The next morning I wandered back into the centre of Paris, more-or-less following the well-worn track along the Champs-Elysees past the Place de la Concorde, through the Tuilieres and on to the Louvre. Arguably the most touristed track in the world, it was busy. To get there I crossed the extravagant Pont Alexandre III bridge,…

Looking back over my posts, thinking about what I’ve been writing and photographing these last years, it’s occured to me that, whatever else is there, there are a hell of a lot of statues. Think about it, there’s one in every other post. You name it…kings, legends, smiley queens, slinky queens, stern clerics, rock gods –…