When I was 17, I visited Paris for a school art trip. Though the second half was spent on the art of winemaking (and consuming of course), we explored the capital’s fine art delights first. We were dutifully dispatched to the Louvre for a couple of hours.
Despite being filled with extraordinary works of art, I didn’t really want to go the Louvre. There was something else I desperately wanted to do. So I planned my escape.