'I hope you don't get bellyache,' said a man whose wife was scrumping as many as I was.
And as I only know of two mulberry trees in London (and the other one is inaccessible), maybe you'll guess that I was here.
To see a painting that I last saw 30 years ago here.
It is still very beautiful -
Although it looked better in New York
Where it didn't have to compete with a very intrusive video playing right beside it.
At the Frick, I remember it hanging over a marble-topped table, exactly the same dovegrey shade as the Comtesse's dress.
And I wondered which came first, the painting or the table. As one does, pondering the shopping habits of ruthless American steel magnates.