I never end up doing what I’m supposed to do. The first time I went to Paris I never climbed the Eiffel Tower and the first time I went to Rome I didn’t set foot inside St Peter’s, just because I never got round to them.
What is wrong with my relationship with the world’s great cities?
I never end up doing what I’m supposed to do. The first time I went to Paris I never climbed the Eiffel Tower and the first time I went to Rome I didn’t set foot inside St Peter’s, just because I never got round to them.