June VI

Nil-Nil

A Welsummer rooster in an oatmeal linen blazer and white open-collar Oxford shirt seated at a marble-topped bistro table at a Parisian sidewalk café, espresso cup and folded newspaper before him, golden evening light casting long shadows on limestone pavement

Forty-eight nations and not a whistle blown. He took his espresso in the manner of a man whose convictions have yet to be tested — which is, he had always maintained, the finest vintage of conviction there is.

6 June 2026

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