Among my tons of photos, there is one dear to my heart that portrays me on the promenade along Lake Geneva in Vevay, Switzerland, alongside the two most charming Englishmen in the world: Charlie Chaplin and Jonathan Cotton. Charlie Chaplin has been strolling there for some years, a life-sized bronze figure with a bowler hat and cane. Jonathan Cotton, perhaps less famous, is nevertheless an old friend. A Benedictine monk, from his priory in Leyland, he introduced me to the complex English world, from the Beatles’ Cavern Club in Liverpool to Stratford, Shakespeare’s hometown.