I had another of my random little ideas last night which, short of much else to blog about, I think I’ll note here. I was watching a tv program about a painting created in Paris in the 1920s. It was a wonderfully evocative image of some ladies sitting in a cafe or bar by post-Impressionist painter Edouard Vuillard, instantly transporting viewers back to Jazz Age Paris. Of course, the twenties was when Paris was arguably at its coolest: writers like Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald drank in the bars with jazz musicians and philosophers. If I had a time machine, that is the time and place that I would probably choose to go back to. Now we are in the twenties again, I can’t help wondering, when the french capital hosts the Olympic Games in three years, will it reference that era in the opening ceremony? After all, 2024 marks the centenary of the last time Paris hosted the games; wouldn’t it be cool if they referred back to the last time Paris became the world’s heady, hedonistic playground? Not that I want to preempt our french friends, or indeed get into the habit of speculating about an event which is still three years away, but I think it would be very interesting if that was the way they chose to go.