I had a lot of fun while taking this photo. The cheery purple trim caught my eye first, then I noticed the distressed door as a backdrop, so I grabbed my camera. As I snapped a few photos, I noticed a man nearby was having a hard time concealing his disgust. He started to mumble, and my husband, who speaks better French than me, told me he was questioning the photographic merits of an ordinary chair. Just a chair? Mais porquoi? I took his cue as an opportunity to go totally over-the-top. I snapped at least fifty photos from just about every angle you can imagine, including sitting on a chair and zooming in on the basket weave details. I temporarily invoked a "typical tourist" demeanor that included ooohing and ahhing in an annoyingly loud voice, and got down on the ground to inspect underneath the tables. The man tried hard to hide his indignation, but his squinty eyes and pursed lips were a dead giveaway. I stopped just short of kissing one of the chairs, and looking back, I wish I had gone for it. He would have jumped out of his skin cartoon-style. At the end of the day, I have a photo of the chairs I like and a fun memory. At the very least, I hope Mr. Persnick had fun telling his version of the story at dinner.