Paris: love it, hate it.
I have a love-hate relationship with Paris. And I have a love-hate relationship with my life in Paris. I think the place is mocking me. I spent the best part of my life defending all the generalised statements criticising the French, complaining about Paris and its inhabitants, and reducing the culture to overused clichés. But now I see it all. And worse, I see more. One of the challenges with emigrating is that one tends to compare everything to one’s country of origin, and that can go both ways. »