Just to tick off almost everyone I know, the Avenue des Champs-Elysées at night is, in fact, everything it's cracked up to be. Steak tartare with Aubrac beef for dinner at an out-of-the-way place around the corner, mercifully liberated from tourists. Popping into the iconic Virgin building, yes, it's huge and virtually everything an audiophile or bibliophile could ever ask, need or want is to be found, hence unearthing an album I've been after for months, well, years actually.
By way of a change, a picture of a concept car - there's a Renault garage almost next door. I had to barge my way past toothy Japanese tourists carrying cameras the sizes of their smiles. Not something one sees every day.