London, 2001, I found myself wandering around a second-hand book fair. I bought a biography of Gertrude Stein that I read on the way back up to Glasgow on the train. Full of excitement (of a new relationship of the time) and the hopes of my early 20s, I was taken by examples of Stein’s stream of consciousness style and stories of her salon in Montparnasse. If I had dreamed of visiting Paris before, over time it became a desire. Life conspired to delay that first visit until near the end of the decade but I’ve been back several times since. So much to see and photograph. Here are some of my favourites. I miss Paris. Post-pandemic, I need to get back there.