One if the joys of being an independent journalist is that one has the opportunity to enjoy the good things in life, such as sitting in a cafe in Paris, breakfasting on a tartine and coffee, followed by a brisk walk up to the snowy Champs de Mars. This morning’s task was to get a tourist visa for Cuba, which was delightfully easy compared to the rigmarole that one goes through getting press visas for such places as China, India and, dare I say it, the United States of America. Having experience with these things I allotted the morning to the task, but it was accomplished in five minutes, so I am going for a small wander and then will head to the post office to pick up an obscure French book about the ill-fated Paris-Madrid race of 1903.
If anything happens in the F1 world, then all is well and good. At lunchtime there is a telephone conference for some of the F1 media with Toto Wolff, the new boss of Mercedes motorsport, so we can find out more about how he ended up in the role, and what he hopes to achieve. But that’s in a few hours so I am off to enjoy the morning in the City of Light.