Morning rain

It rained only briefly this morning.  Therefore, I went to everyone's favorite museum--d'Orsay. The line was long so I sat at a cafe to watch it get smaller and also watch the guards with their machine guns. They wouldn't bother me if the guns were hanging by their sides, but they are always holding them straight out, like they're ready to shoot.  Every museum has the same sign about pickpockets so I always get an image of screaming "pickpocket" and watching a guard gun him down.

As I sat at the cafe, I saw a Yike Bike. They're probably big in the States, too, but I've never seen one. It is a motorized bike with a huge front tire and tiny back tire--the handle bars wrap around your back. I knew it was a Yike Bike because those words were printed on the side of it.  I also saw a sushi delivery guy on a regular bike.

Waiting around for the line to get smaller has been working out for me fine. The lines move fast and are slow only because they search your bags inside. I don't know why young people have to carry a gigantic backpack to the museum--it takes a long time to search. No one ever bothers with me and my tiny purse.

Lola would have so snatched up the Italian baby who sat next to me at dinner tonight. I almost snatched him and I don't even like babies.  The couple, their baby, and the grandparents were out to dinner. The baby was in a stroller that carried a huge bag underneath (maybe they brought his playpen?) and he was zipped up in plastic even though it wasn't raining.  I saw a lot of that when I was in China--shrink-wrapped babies.  How do they breathe?  Anyway, the grandparents tried to interact with this child but he only had eyes for the crazy American lady.  I had a wonderful meal there at Le Vin Qui Chante, the only French restaurant in blocks of Japanese restaurants.  This is Little Japan, not matter what Nicole's director says.