I am almost out of time in Paris. I keep my headset on and loop around back to the beginning of the museum, eager to see how big the crowds will have grown by the time I get back to the portico. It is when I am in the old drawing room, antique clocks and gold gilded moldings quivering in the firelight, that I start noticing the bleep bleep of walkie-talkies and the hushed exchanges of guards. My body registers this shift, mutating the space from museum to city building....

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