My 50mm 1.4 is broken. It’s strange; I felt sick when I realised the focus ring wasn’t rotating correctly. I was surprised at how affected I was, and am. I’ve lost something incredibly valuable. Not the lens in itself, but what the lens allowed me to create, and what it reminded me of. It was a gift from my parents. Things are just so fragile. The things we treasure are so quickly taken away, aren’t they?
I will ring Canon France tomorrow.