Emma here is in Munich, digging on the Glockenspiel in the Marienplatz, enjoying her time as a tourist (she’s in town for a film festival, some of which we saw yesterday). I love that this totally charmingly corny photo could as easily have been taken by her kid, or her husband, or her best friend, as by a professional paparazzo. And, because I also cherish that we are free to interpret whatever we like even if it’s clearly insane wishful thinking, I have decided the Breton stripe means she is a Fug National at heart and that she’s running up the Drinks With Broads flag. Stay put, Emma. I’ll be there in… real talk, probably at least 16 hours, but there’s plenty you can do in the meantime.
