I was in Paris and standing in front of Notre Dame lining up to go inside and being the starry-eyed tourist I was wasn’t watching where I was stepping and tripped. It was one of those moments where you saw the earth coming at you, and you were powerless to stop it. I hit the ground in a cloud of dust, and serious injury was averted by landing on my new camera. Later I discovered some very impressive bruising on my stomach.
But it didn’t stop me going inside. I left thinking I’d witnessed history and I’m glad I did.