At The Gallery

I am speaking to you in my best French.
But the translation is faulty.
We are entering a gallery of the imagination
as opposed to the bureaucratic brick and glass structures.
The first time I was in the Louvre I spent the first half hour
searching for a loo. There are no washrooms here.
If you must then you must.
Pick a corner but be quiet about it.
And no smoking.
Treat this space like you would a gasoline station.
And no whispering. This is not a church.
It is more like a circus.