I bet you thought I was serious about staying in to work and not going anywhere in Paris yesterday. I thought so too. But I got restless – it was a grey, chilly day, ideal for going somewhere. So I bundled up and hopped on the #27 bus across the street to see where it would take me – and it took me straight to the Louvre. It was 4 p.m. on Sunday afternoon and the place closes at 6, so there was no line-up to get in and it wasn’t too crowded. That is, there were only one million, not two million people inside.