It is a truth universally acknowledged that come April , particularly if the weather is fine, one's imagination and indeed the whole fibre of one's being turns to thoughts of how much more pleasant it would be if one were in Paris - perhaps walking along the Seine, visiting museums or just being a flâneur or flâneuse. If like me you are tethered to work and unable to take the boat train (in my imagination it is always the boat train as that is how I would get there in my youth, arriving tired and hungry at the Gard du Nord at 5am), then at least there are numerous fantastic books to transport you to Paris in your imagination.