And there she is, showing off a brick (or a mothball, it wasn't clear) to the Mayor of St Etienne, the one towering a head below all others in the picture (a relative of our president, mayhaps?). We liked the mink stole, and the commanding stride of the curator, who led town official and retinue at marathon speed through the aisles, followed by a large swell of visitors, presumably trying to catch up, just to see what the fuss was all about ("Look, a brick!")