The creative life

From a portrait of Lucien Freud and his dealer

We do a couple of day trips every now and again. William’s got his wonderful private jet, and we make use of that. In the spring we went to Paris for the Pompidou opening and then on to Madrid for the Prado, which was closed on the Monday, but it was arranged that we could go in and walk around on our own. William sets up things like that. You drive on the runway right to the plane, nip down to Madrid, look at some paintings for an hour or two, have a fantastic lunch, then zip back on the plane and you’re home by teatime. It’s not too disruptive.


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