Paris
When we were in Paris, I spent ages at the mouth of the Alma tunnel keeping a look-out for white cars that had damaged paintwork. This one whizzed by so fast and it had a big dent on the left hand side of the front door. I sent this picture to the gendarmes in the hope that they could read the numberplate and find out if it was the car that caused the accident that killed the Princess of Hearts - Diana. I still get glassy eyes when I think of her even though she was dead before I was born. I think this graffiti near her memorial needs fixing up. Don't you?