- First time visit to L'étoile du Nord theatre, where my sister was performing in a play
- First time visit to Les Jardins du Luxembourg (which close at 5pm - is there a war on or something?)
- First time to the fabulous vintage shop across the road from the hotel from which was purchased my new hat: it's not real fur, right!? (see photo)
- First visit to Indian restaurant with lots of extended members of my family (including new partners of both my parents)
- Having a bath with George in a massive jacuzzi bath in the hotel.
My sister is an actress. I'd like to say that it's always a pleasure to see my sister in a play, but it's not actually true. True enough, she's always disconcertingly fantastic, and trust me, I'd say if this wasn't true. What's stressful is waiting beforehand - Is the play going to be awful? Will I have anything nice to say about it afterwards? Will other people like her? She's in a play about (get this) a man who is badly disfigured in a war, who has a face transplant and ends up in horror films. He dies at the end - sorry if you were going to see it, by the way. Didn't sound too promising, was brilliant. She is unrecognisable and I say that in a good way.