I'm stood in the Palais Garnier, coupe de champagne in hand, mercilessly scanning the crowd. It's the Nana Mouskouri soiree and so, as you'd imagine, there are lots of boys here who appear to have left their wives at home....
We've positioned ourselves near to one group who looked like they promised to be entertaining. "Of course, Barbra Streisand was wunderbar in Vienna. It was queens, queens, queens as far as my eye could see", piped up one of the group. Obviously the Austrian boys were in town. "Who is that woman down there getting all of the attention?" he cried. "It should be me".
Me and Best Friend look down into the lobby and indeeed, there is a small, well-presented woman with massive helmet hair being ushered into the hall, photographers in pursuit. "Whoever she is, she could do with better shoes" mocked our new friend from Vienna.
Well, I'm not sure what kind of clothing budget is given to the wife of an ex President of the Republic, but from where we stood, it seemed that Bernadette Chirac was doing ok.