“We recently went to Paris,” said my new housemates. They did the touristy things, they did some classy things, but they did it all on a strict budget. The reason they brought it up is because her mum has just got back from doing a similar kind of trip. “Paris,” I thought to myself, “I would love to go back.” There is something about the French capital, and France in general, that has always appealed to me.

The food is good, the wine is great and the language is even greater. The sultry drawl of a French woman holds sway over me like little else. That is beside the point, though, I would never recommend going to a country simply because the accent is insanely attractive, that would be lunacy after all. The culture is what rules, though. The way and pace of life, the rolling hills, the seaside towns, the luxury locations. France is wonderful.