I was once on a bus in Parnell when two sleekly dressed women got on, giggling through a cloud of chardonnay fumes. They settled themselves noisily at the back like naughty schoolgirls. “Oh!” one yelped in a carrying voice. “The last time I was in a bus was in Paris!”
I get it. Having been to Paris is a bit like being vegan. You find yourself working it into conversation. No one has to wonder. I hadn’t been