I opened the envelope: it contained
a ticket in my name from London
St Pancras to Paris Nord, departing at 9.17 on the 12th
of the 12th, a Friday; coach 3
seat 27, non-smoking; and another
for returning the following day, at 13
minutes past two, in the afternoon – dans l’après-
midi; and a postcard of Pierre
Bonnard’s Le bol de lait, and there was just
one word on the back — ‘Come’, followed
by an ‘x’.