The hours and days leading up to the opening ceremony saw pockets of disruption that posed worry and threat. But once the sporting action settled in and French medals flowed all those worries and threats ebbed away.
Parisians and the people of France immersed themselves in story after story of sporting immortality.
From Leon Marchand to Teddy Riner amongst many more the power to inspire took hold. French crowds raucously and passionately got behind those that represented them. The sort of unity rarely seen in France of recent times grabbed the baton and took it all the way to the finish line in a blaze of wonderous Olympic glory.
The facilities were excellent for pretty much every sport.
None more so than The Stade de France. A spectacularly beautiful arena especially the purple athletics track that was simply stunning to my eyes.
The backdrops to so many of the venues from Versailles to Marseille to Paris were utterly majestic.
The sporting action was magnificent even if some of the judging and officialdom was anything but
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Gymnastics moves to put the mortals backs out.
Wonder tries in the Rugby Sevens.
Photo finishes in the Rowing.
Startling comebacks in the Triathlon and the Mountain biking.
The best golfers in the world falling in love with the Olympics.
Armand Duplantis going full greedy with a Gold and a world record. Sydney McLaughlin-Levrone following suit.
The bond of trust and love between human and horse restored to its true peak of power.
The Golden slam for Novak Djokovic. And the fond farewell of Scotland's mightiest sporting son and if the good folk north of the border will allow one of Britain's too. Sir Andy Murray with his final bow taken and awe inspiring legacy left behind.
My moment of Paris 2024?
The ambition realized for the girl from Atherton who dared to dream. Step forward Keely Hodgkinson.
A spectacular Olympic debut in Tokyo.
Denial in Eugene. (World Championship)
Despair in Birmingham. (Commonwealth Games)
Dejection in Budapest. (World Championship)
Paris?
No. Not this time.
NOT......THIS......TIME.
The frustration, the learning from agonies past fired her will, her belief, her resolve and her spirit. To be an Olympian by itself is a privilege. Just ask Megan Keith about that.
To be favourite for Gold is also a privilege but laden with burden of expectation that has crippled so many before Keely.
Yet she embraced the pressure, embraced the sacrifice and embraced the challenge with humility and dignity. As ever with such athletes it is the work we don't see on cold winter mornings in the howling wind and pouring rain.
It's the treats we take for granted that such athletes deny themselves in pursuit of a higher plain and greater glory.
At the tender age of 22 with many more Olympic cycles ahead.
A generational talent that would not be denied.
I salute you Keely Hodgkinson.
So yes, Paris it was worth it don't you think?
I loved it all and loved you all too.
This was a special time to be alive. The first post COVID Olympiad and one that I deem to have been a triumph.
Memories to last for a lifetime.
My love affair with the Olympiad burns as strong as it ever did.
The purest sporting event of them all. Farewell Paris. You did your country proud
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Los Angeles 2028......follow that if you dare.