Went to the Palais de Tokyo, the museum of contemporary art in Paris. Monday night, pouring rain, located on the banks of the river way off the Champs Elysses. Walked up the stairs to be greeted by five people, who all thanked me for coming out in this weather for the debate on immigration and human rights, would I please sign in. Felt like I was in the middle of an Ishiguro novel… turns out the museum is closed Mondays, was open only for this special private event. A momentary frisson of both confusion and delight: then back out into the night.