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I read somewhere - and some time ago - an article about photographing famous places or famous  buildings/monuments and so on. It was written by a professional photographer specialising in famous places/buildings/monuments …… . 

His advice was, in a nutshell, if you can’t photograph the thing because there are so many people in the way, then photograph the people looking at the thing instead. 

We were at the Musee d’Orsay today.  So were a lot of other people. Luckily we had booked a time slot, so we got in without too much trouble.  But moving around once inside became near impossible.  

The cafe operated a strict ‘one out/one in’ policy. The queues for the Ladies toilets were so long that some resorted to using the Mens instead.  And we missed or gave up on some of the exhibits because they were just too crowded.

At one point Anniemay used her ‘teachers’ look’ on some boisterous school children.  She’s still got it - and it seems to work in various languages as well.

After a couple of hours we left and walked across the road to the Jardin des Tuileries.  We sat in the shade and rested Anniemay’s leg, before moving on to the Place de la Concorde in the hope of getting a taxi to take us back to the hotel.  

We did get a taxi, but not one quite as we imagined.  The only vehicle in sight is best described as an electric rickshaw. The smiling face beckoned us aboard and we thought - why not?  It can’t be any worse than Goa.  It was close though.  

Holding his phone in his left hand, the driver skilfully steered us with his other hand, through bollards so tight, I automatically brought my knees in. I didn't flinch as he negotiated the nightmare Parisian traffic and I only closed my eyes when we went through red lights on the cycle lanes.

We were laughing by the time we got back to the hotel.  So was the driver.