Scotty saw her at a distance across the open first floor of the Musée D’Orsay. She was climbing the white limestone staircase at the far end, pausing every few steps to take in the golden, giant clock above her. She was in a form fitting black dress. Later, as she stripped for him, he would see that it was Prada. He found himself nearly running to catch up to her. As he got closer he struggled to decide where his eyes sho...