Paris

I don’t think that there is anywhere in the world that I feel more comfortable than in Paris. I sometimes feel as though it’s my spiritual home. From my first visit, on a school trip at the age of 14 or 15 I’ve felt an affinity with the city. More than anywhere else I’ve ever visited, I feel at home just walking the streets and taking photographs.

On this occasion we took a family trip there, by Eurostar, and stayed in an Air B&B apartment on the Bvd de Magenta, a stone’s throw from the Sacre Coeur & Montmartre. On the first evening there, the sunlight was beautiful, the pavements were still warm from the day’s sunshine and so I took a walk over to the Pigalle Quartier.