Montmartre in Vincent van Gogh’s day, so I could frequent the cool bars and cafes where the artists hung out, drink coffee and absinthe and write amazing things.

Playing guitar.

Stevie Wonder.

Scrabble.

Flying. Actually flying. Not in a plane.

Miryam Margoles, Kevin Bacon, Billy Connolly, Will.I.Am, and Cousin Hugh. (It’s a Jackman family in-joke.)

Ziggy Stardust.

Rock star.

Lion.

Restaurants and bars.

A pair of return tickets to London.

Hard box edition of Larousse Gastronomique, from my daughter.

Checking out of Claridges in London after a two-night comped stay, with the GM in tow, and asking the concierge, in a whisper, to call me a cab to take me to the cheap tourist hotel I could afford on my own budget.

Wallet.

Keep knocking on doors and eventually one will open.

Fawlty Towers.

A willow on a riverbank. (If trees count?)

Summer.

The Arch.

The Pfizer jab

Anti-Vaxxers.