Despite it being London fashion week, I spent most of last week in the sunshine having a tres bien temp en Paris mooching around the Sorbornne.
I kept it cheery by going to a graveyard.
Although they’re two theorists I don’t deal with much in my own work, I popped along to see the burial place of the greatest French existential polo neck wearing lovers of all time Simone De Beauvoir and Jean Paul Sartre.
Now, I am absolutely convinced that the Parisian tourist board pay this darling French couple to sit on the bench. They certainly do not need a passport.
