Paris may be the city of love but it is also the capital of perverts. To experience this, you simply need to be female and walk down the street. You're almost guaranteed to get your daily dose of dirty old men and if you live on the Left Bank, you really don't need to go far.

In the space of a few weeks, I have been propositioned by at least a dozen men. As I wait to cross the road, at Saint Michel, a man old enough to be my grandfather leans over towards me and whispers seductively in my ear: "Jolie fesses" (nice bum).