The naysayers, cynics, and doom mongers got it wrong, as they often do. The Paris Olympics were a triumph. They city’s infrastructure held up well, the organization of the events was flawless, and fears about security proved largely groundless (apart from attacks on train lines just before the opening). Even the weather cooperated once the heavy rain that spoiled the opening ceremony passed through.

Paris was its usual elegant, stylish self, on show for the world to see. Away from the major venues (Trocadero, the Stade de France, Chatelet, and so on), the city felt quiet and even sleepy in parts. My favorite arrondissements, Montparnasse, St. Germain, and Le Marais, could be explored without crowds. With native Parisiens having escaped in huge numbers, but with almost all the restaurants and bars open for business, it was unlike any August I had ever spent in the city.

The spirit at the events I attended (soccer, tennis, athletics, and cycling) was inspiring and a perfect expression of what the Olympics stand for. Bravo to Paris, to France, and everyone involved in the organization of Les Jeux Olympiques.