The bigger picture
It was a cold and dreary December night. I was heading back from the library yet again, with a pile of notes in my bag and a head crammed full of facts. Mid revision for fourth year exams is a sobering place to be and I began to wonder why I was there. Was the choice I made six years ago to do medicine still the right one for me? I felt like I needed to step back and think about it. It was then that I decided to organise my seven week option module to do something completely different.
I have always taken an interest in the history of art, but never had the opportunity to study it. I decided it would be just the thing I needed to really escape the confines of medicine. Paris, with its connections with art, was an obvious choice of destination.