The instructions, when they come, are right out of a spy novel. Be at the Cheval Blanc hotel in Saint-Tropez at 3 p.m. on Monday. Look for a man with a mustache and a fake Polish accent.
At 3:01, Jeremy Strong appears on the lobby stairs in the brownest South of France day-off fit you’ve ever seen, a walking earth-tone gradient from his no-logo baseball cap and sleeveless T-shirt right down to his shiny shorts and suede slip-ons. He looks a little like a UPS driver who delivers packages by paddleboard.
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