Feeling left out in lift with the big boys

BONJOUR from Paris. This is the first time in days I’ve used that word without being greeted with “Menu in English perhaps, monsieur?”

No real complaints apart from that. And the sense of emasculation suffered every time you get in the hotel lift.

Allow me explain: while the lodgings in Paris are very nice, it’s doing a fine job of undermining the body image of most of its male residents.