Angus is off to London to talk to men in dark suits. Rather than drive down to Toulouse at four in the morning for the first flight he opts to go to the airport after dinner and check into the airport hotel. The hotel proves to be rather like an upmarket version of Alcatraz. The windows don't open and there's no view. The designer clearly had a thing for orange - bed spread, drapes and carpets all accessorized in this 'cheerful' colour.
Sophie is happy to lie in the courtyard savaging a Kong while she luxuriates in the warmth of a blanket.