Living in a 15-minute city, it’s almost as nice as the previously screeched-about “Shari’a no-go zones” in Paris. I was in one of those when that hysteria started, drinking an excellent bottle of wine with a friend of mine and a charming French-Algerian couple.

And if my quiet little city’s modest efforts at pedestrianisation are Stalinist, then I’ve misunderstood Stalinism and maybe it’s not so bad after all (except the purges, the Molotove-Ribbentripp pact and the Holodomor).

Note for the paranoid: you can easily be tracked if you drive a car, though in-car telemetry and ANPR cameras. But you’re nearly invisible to the authorities if you’re a pedestrian or a cyclist.