Irish poet John Montague from Co. Tyrone recalls time spent in Paris and returns to Montparnasse where he lived for 10 years.

Montague cycles around Paris reminiscing about times gone by. He recalls the impact that Paris had on him when he moved there describing the sights, sounds, smells and sensations of the city.

Montague provides a rich if not romantic description of life in Paris for an Irish man. A market street provides all the richness of sensuous, pleasure-seeking civilisation.  Everything can be bought here "from clothes for the feet to food for the head". He compares the shopping experience in Paris to that in Dublin.

Montague talks about the French-Algerian relationship and the ongoing conflict between the natives and immigrants, comparing their relationship with the French to that between the Irish and the various nationalities that they find themselves in the company of.

Montague reminisces about the artists and the range of nationalities he encountered during his time in Paris lamenting the destruction of the old Montparnasse station and describing Paris as a melting-pot of culture, nationalities and ways of life.