It seemed to be an innocent intersection with a couple of folks from Scotland visiting the museum at the same time I was. Certainly, I gave a double-take to this handsome Scotsman in his beautiful kilt.
And clicked several photos of him discreetly (although I caught the gate guard laughing at my admiration of the kilted gentleman).
And quietly mused over the different cultures who collide on the streets of Paris.
And then I wandered on down to the Place des Voges, unsuspecting what delightful things were in store for us with the visiting Scotsmen!
