I have been reading Edmund de Waal’s Letters to Camondo in the morning, each letter constructed as a thimbleful of ideas, issues, visual sensations, thoughts, memories, about pre-war Paris, the community of art, hunting, food, relations. When I have visited the Musèe Nissim de Camondo, I remember it as too claustrophobic, too preserved; but de Waal re-animates, revitalises the impressions of its world.