After the banquet extravaganza, we're all bought back to earth by having to pile into buses to be taken from the venue to the taxis. The people in the aisle seats are talking animatedly and I pick up in a foreign sentence, the words 'Vacherot and Lecoufle'.
Its a happy atmosphere so I piped up and told this South African lady of Dad's V&L catalogues in the 1970s, and my putting V&L catalogue photos on my school books. I then told her the story of how I have the money to be here.
The gentleman behind me gave me a little fold out business card with his photo.
"Madame," he said, "I am Philippe Lecoufle."
