I’ve always been adamant that I was never going back to Paris, since my last visit in 2016. I’ve visited so many times and just felt no need to ever return. I felt that I’d seen the sights, took one too many photos outside the Eiffel Tour, my feet know too well the steps to get to Sacre Coeur and snails tasted kind of O.K. This all changed when I saw this year’s Afropunk line up, and saw D’Angelo’s name on the bill. Let’s do this! Booked my festival ticket, my Eurostar ticket and was ready to sort out some form of accommodation. Then the Twitter feeds came in. D’Angelo…