The cafe is pumping for 7:15 am. Not full, but filling up. They are playing music that sounds like a car chase scene from a French new wave film and Brendan can see it in his mind’s eye. He sets the car chase at midnight so there’s no gridlock and also, so he can enjoy the City of Lights lit up like a postcard. The music leads him through the streets on the tail of a Citroën DS, and from the cabin of a late model Peugeot 208, Brendan can see it all. The speeding and mad lane changing down the Champs-Élysées, the screeching around Place de la Concorde, skidding off on to a road he doesn’t know so well, pushing up through the gears and fanging it up to la Défense for the big finish. You’d think the younger Peugeot would have the advantage, but the Citroën driver knows his stuff and takes a last minute sharp turn and the Peugeot overshoots and comes to rest in just the sort of deserted car park in Courbevoie where you really shouldn’t be messing about at midnight. It’s just in time too, because the next track is Stevie Wonder’s You are the Sunshine of my Life, and you can’t speed through the streets of anywhere to that.