The Paris I remember from 35 years ago was a bit snooty and very white. If one couldn't speak decent French one was pretty much dismissed. The Paris I found this time featured a veritable melange of the world. There were West Africans, Asians, Indians and people from every port of the Middle East. And then of course there was the beloved Bohemian arts scene with bottles of red wine shared by scruffy picnickers along the Seine and dusty galleries filled with creations from times gone by.