Christina
There is something about eastern mysticism that has always fascinated me. I’m a pushover, I guess, for anything ornate, anything baroque, anything that celebrates life in all its gaudy detail. So when Xavier called me from Los Angeles to invite me to the Hare Krishna festival of the chariots, I reacted as I might have to an obscene phone call from Roger Vadim: — with a gush of sensual enthusiasm that I could not have hidden if I had wanted to. ‘You really should come, Christina, ‘ Xavier’s...