Stepping in to Charlotte Rampling’s duplex in Paris’s 16th arrondissement, I meet not one glamour-puss but two. Joe, a magnificent Red Maine Coon, glides down the stairs as we shake hands. I’m privileged: he rarely greets strangers.
As someone with a sweet tooth, I was overjoyed at the prospect of having various different cheesecakes laid out before me, waiting to be tucked into, but only one could be crowned the creamy champion. Here’s a look at the results: