Nowhere else in Paris can match the Marais for its nonchalant acceptance of the leather-clad fetishist or the diner who casually puts a fold-up scooter under his chair.
Watching Corin Redgrave embody the one-time wordsmith, wit and apparent sexual fetishist Kenneth Tynan is to open one's eyes to a kind of genius that is both scintillating and not a little sad.