And the winner is? Et le gagnant est. AislingQ! There were 73 contenders to a petit tour of Paris with moi: 73 different scenarios, 73 different conversations to be having behind the glass doors of my favourite café near Notre-Dame. When I say that there were 73 contenders, I'm lying really for among those who posted a reply to my offer, a handful of grumpy ones made a point in saying that they didn't think Paris was the most beautiful city in the world. Disqualified. Next! I also had to pass RoseTinted who wanted me to help them decorate their holiday home outside Paris.

I thought Thurleigh5 rose to the challenge very nicely, calling Paris "a most intoxicating place", so did Plinyme in a Marcel Duchamp kind of way:

"I love Paris because... You can wake up at 5am in your home in Burgundy, drive three hours to Paris in order to keep an appointment with a German lady who paints copies in the Louvre, who promised to give you a crash course insight into Ingres technique (for money), but once you finally find her dingy little back street hovel, she's so high on drugs, that she thinks it's OK to hide behind her front door, put on a pathetic accent and pretend she's the maid and ask you to come back tomorrow - or whenever. Marvellous!"

Trummie's post too, all about tomatoes, was a nice try.

"My memories of walking into an Epicerie in Paris and being faced with baby tomatoes that exploded flavour into the mouth and nibbling on pear shaped tomatoes that actually smelled sweet they were so juicy. The crowning glory of a coeur de boeuf, sliced thinly and eaten with a smattering of salt and basil: that is Paris for me. Variety, independence, flavour."

In the end, I was split between Genil and AislingQ. How did Genil know that brioche and clafoutis are two of my sesame words? I thought it's a sign, destiny, "c'est un signe du destin", I must go with Genil.

"Show me to the brioche and let me ponder the site of a perfect creme brulee. Put me straight when I´ve lost my self in claflouti. Give me guidance on the more dangerous alleyways that lead to chocolate. Short dogs, tall women, smart men and the curly things that happen between them, have nothing to do with why Paris is the most beautiful city in the world."

But, after much thought, I had to choose the Irish woman who loved Paris because her heroes, Beckett and Joyce, showed her the way. She's also learning French which shows a certain degree of commitment and resolve. AislingQ, 10 points!

"Paris captured the hearts of Samuel Beckett and James Joyce, my literary heroes. As an Irish woman learning French, I am longing to discover the beauty of modern Paris for myself. Then, I hope, I can tell you why it is the most beautiful city in the world."

So Aisling, let's meet for coffee and tartine one sunny morning and then walk in the steps of Samuel B. and James J. I shall endeavour to concoct for you a memorable petit tour of the most beautiful city in the world.

• Agnès will arrange a mutually convenient time to meet AislingQ and will report back