In the afternoon, the President of the French Economic, Environmental and Social Council, Jacques Dermagne, called me out of the conference for a chat. It grew late and it looked as though I was going to miss my train, so he loaned me his car and driver who sped me across Paris in the rush hour, blue light flashing, siren wailing, to the Gare du Nord. Ah! La France! (No, you’re right; that’s not his car in the picture.)