Wouldn’t it be delicious to spend a late afternoon floating above Paris? Just you, Paris and the heavens? So far above the din all you hear is the Ssssssshhhhhh of the burner. The wind flaps your hair around. Your eyes light up as they scan the beauty of the city. The beauty of the clouds (they’d be puffy that day). You’d just coast and leave all your troubles behind. Because none of it matters when you’re floating above Paris.