Barbara Broccoli. Daughter of Cubby Broccoli, who made Ian Fleming’s James Bond a movie star. This planet just celebrated its International Bond Day 50th anniversary, plus news about Epix cable network releasing 007’s newest 23rd bang-bang-shoot-shoot “Skyfall” with Daniel Craig.

“Early on who thought to keep Sean Connery’s props,” said Barbara. “Some were lost or bought. Eventually we started collecting, buying them back. Now things are under lock and key in a huge archive outside London. The cars travel or get exhibited like in Washington’s Spy Museum.

“My mementoes are memories. I grew up with this in all those foreign locations. Filming in Jamaica, Tokyo, chasing through St. Petersburg. When TV schedules old Bond movies, I watch. Each is captivating. I keep old posters, like one from ‘Goldeneye’ that means lots to me.

“I’ve kept silly things. One old camera’s in a crash box to protect it. The lens is squashed. I keep it on my mantelpiece in London, where I grew up and, although I went to an American university, it’s where I live.

“This newest film has exciting action, a real story not just crashes and fights. Our pre-title sequence is great. It was shot in Turkey over months. A high-octane chase with an assassin by car, motorcycle and train with Istanbul the backdrop. Daniel did his own stunts. Tough, knocked around a lot, he soldiers on. He likes real actors to perform.

“Daniel trains like an Olympic athlete and sustains that six days a week for a six month shoot. Incredibly physical, he takes the action part seriously. You should see him in a swimsuit. His fighting on top of a moving train gave me gray hair.”

Do young kids revere 007 as much as the older types who grew up with him?

“Listen, my first date was going to a Bond movie. It’s handed down from generation to generation. Youngsters feel it’s a rite of passage.”

And is Barbara friendly with all the previous 007’s?

“Sean did it when I was quite young, so I didn’t know him well. With George Lazenby it was intermittent. I’m close to Timothy Dalton, Pierce Brosnan and Daniel.”

What’s next up?

“Don’t know much yet about the next James Bond film,” said Barbara Broccoli, who’s done six of these herself and knows every single thing there is to know about the next James Bond film.

ALRIGHT already with Schwarze-negger. He’s not abjectly pushing apologies. He’s craftily selling books. If he spent as much time with the split missus as he has on talk shows, they’d still be together. This guy — pardon the phrase — has been on everything.

Speaking of television, one station’s Sunday anchors on weather: “Here’s where we’re going to be at.” Called a chef a “restauraNteur.” And Florida’s city “Miamah.” Same station where a local anchorman announced the show “PorJy and Bess.”

BARBARA Walters instituted a Sunday salon dinner. Casual. Chinese buffet. Just your normal moo goo guy pan in a Fifth Avenue floor-through, five waiters, showbiz pianist, hostess in long Oscar de la Renta cashmere plus a trio who rule Barbara’s domain — George, Icodel and four-legged Havanese ChaCha.

We’re talking 25 guests like the mayor singing “Give My Regards to Broadway,” Sarah Jessica sitting on husband Matthew Broderick’s lap, Arianna saying how great her Huffington Post is. They’d still be there if G. Stephanopoulos hadn’t had to leave 9:15 to be up for TV in about 15 minutes. Like I say, just your average everyday evening.

OPENING for Paul Rudd, Michael Shannon, Ed Asner’s “Grace” at the Cort. Steve Van Zandt: “Why am I here? My wife wants to see it.” About his usual head rag: “I never take the shmatta off.” Jon Bernthal of AMC’s “The Walking Dead”: “Why am I here? I got free tickets.” He’s also filming Scorsese’s new DiCaprio film about Wall Street.

Why Paula Wagner was there I know. She co-produced. She’s also producing B’way’s “The Heiress.” I also know why her Jimmy Choo shoes, Michael Kors sheath and diamond wristwatch. She’s Tom Cruise’s production partner.

Mumbled sardonic photographer Bruce Glikas: “Many ladies wearing black. Good for funerals. Also openings.”

BIG party for Gwyneth at Elio’s on Friday . . . Town & Country’s November cover features the Reagans. Why? Their big story inside is about Christopher Reeves’ kids who last minute shunned the front-page attention . . . Me, I’m an eater. I’m telling you a great new restaurant — fish, steaks, piano player, everything — is Siros, 48th and Lex.

SOCIALITE to an acquaintance: “I can’t place where your apartment house is. What’s the biggest store near it?”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.