Insanely busy today, so on the basis that a pretty picture may be worth more than a thousand words (especially when they’re words from me), I thought I’d share this; Les Escaliers De Montmartre by Brassai (no relation to the Chris Morris programme, as far as I know).

I have a copy of this picture hanging in the lounge chez nous, and it proves Keats right – a thing of beauty is indeed a joy forever. Just looking at it makes me feel somehow better inside.

And much to my delight, if you visit Montmartre (which is in, I almost forgot to mention, Paris), the same stairs can still be seen… but no, they’re not the ones at the end of The Exorcist.