Sunning himself on the board steps, I saw for the first time Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke. He was dressed out in broad gaiters and bright tweeds, like an English tourist, and his face might have belonged to Dagon, idol of the Philistines. A silver snaffle on a heavy leather watch guard which connected the pockets of his corduroy waistcoat, together with a huge gold stirrup in his Ascot tie, sufficiently proclaimed his tastes.

The tensions of an uneasy peace stressed anew the importance of the 46-year-old Entente Cordiale between France and Britain.

Friday night’s performance was less than stellar.

The window - sign of human life, wink to the passerby, eye of the building allowing one to gaze at the outside world without being seen, welcomer of the daylight and the sun's ray highlighting surfaces and objects, source of fresh air and sometimes place of exchange of words and smells . . . but also a break in the wall's structural continuity, and thus place of vulnerability, fragility, thermal sensitivity, leakage.