Schubert’s Symphony No. 8 plays with a crackling, phonograph sound as the screen shows the word Intermission, flanked by mice and underlined with a tri-couleur bunting. An apologetic figure shuffles out and squints into the light of the projector.

Sorry, pips and pods. Too busy-busy for museum mice today. Marcel’s touching story of cowardice and counter-revolution shall conclude, as they say in France, demain. In the meantime, please feel free to move about the theatre, and do sample Françoise’s excellent caramel corn at the concessions booth.