“Oh, but Paris isn't for changing planes; it's— It's for changing your outlook; for— for throwing open the windows and letting in— letting in la vie en rose,” Audrey Hepburn declared, emphatically, to Humphrey Bogart in Sabrina (1954)—in a thought, revealing what true Francophiles have always known. The City of Lights is the purveyor of perfection, from its rows upon rows of identical pastries to its rows of terraced Haussmannian buildings.