I decided to take a bus tour of Paris. We met outside of Hotel New York at Disneyland Paris one cold morning and went into the city. The tour consisted of a taped description in an assortment of languages. You just dialed in the language you best understood.

Parts of the dialog sounded like a Monty Python routine as we travelled through the Latin Quarter and the narrator tried to make the possibility of spotting a homeless drunkard sound romantic.

Oh how times have changed.