Two hours after landing I had an appointment with a photographer.
She worked on me for ninety minutes and while she was taking pictures we had a pleasant conversation.
The photographer was pregnant and Jewish, but not religious.
She said: ‘Bacon is my favorite food.’ This made me smile.
I’m not religious at all, but somehow pork doesn’t do the trick for me.
I guess we all need a fair amount of private taboos to stay sane. Food and sex are a great reservoir for these small but practical taboos.