We went to the new film about Anselm Kiefer. I did admire it: beautiful cinematography; illuminating about the circumstances of his life, particularly the influence of Joseph Beuys. Oddly, his son playing his father was almost more convincing and had more cinematic presence than Kiefer himself. The young Kiefer is Wenders’s grand nephew, also very good.

I kept on thinking about our visit to Barjac in May 2015 when we arrived at Avignon Airport and the van we had booked was not there, so we rented a lorry and the fire brigade hoisted the wheelchair on to the back.

It was the most extraordinary, intense and moving visit, which a film can only suggest and is somehow inevitably an inadequate substitute for the experience and life of the work – and seeing Barjac – itself.