A Soho Institution

We had booked into the Dean St Townhouse for afternoon tea so we could say goodbye to Suhur.  But our PA, who is on holiday, hadn’t booked it, although she’d put it in all our diaries, and they didn’t do them in December.   So we had a late lunch instead and stopped off here in Maison  Bertaux to buy cakes on the way back to the office.  

It doesn’t change and from the way people flood in, particularly young Chinese taking copious pictures, it must be in various guide books.  It’s exactly the same as when I went there in the 1970s as when Michelle took it over in the ‘80s. Cakes still wonderful, waiters still young actors and actresses (or with that look) so correspondingly dreamy.  And an ancient behind the till who took so long putting the eclairs in boxes that I sent the others outside.  He handed them to me and moved on to the next so I reminded him I’d yet to pay.

Rory came in and talked to Wendy and me about this wretched project he’s still involved in. Sadly it seems to be coming together but there is no producer here in the UK so he has to do all the thinking ahead for himself.  They seem to be taking his lead on most things which is alarming.  

Home late ish and talked more with V about R, after all he has a lot of experience filming in dangerous places.