p.s. In case you were wondering, that’s not some kind of fancy distressed paintwork going on up there on that chair. It’s the natural kind that happens when someone leaves their non-weatherproofed chair on the rooftop for a few days too many. It was like that when we got here, and I must confess that I kind of like it. A pristine white patio chair could be stressful—exactly the opposite of what summer’s meant to be.