I was looking at some Surrealist paintings and I was struck by the importance of not always looking at the things in a concrete and rationalist way. This thought was curiously relaxing. On the way back to the hotel, reality set in: my bicycle tyre got caught in a tram track. I flew off. When I got up, I realised the little finger or the end of it was at a horrible angle and obviously broken.

The moment of grace: the excellent French health service that straightened it.