Afternoon on a rainy day – where do you go? the museum.  After lunch at the crowded  cafeteria I went to the bathroom with my granddaughter, and recalled how in Japan they same word is for clean and beautiful, that is the sparkling clean toilets are not only bidets and chairs for babies, but there is also a shelf next to the lock for the telephone and keys.  I wanted to run out and tell my Tamar, and – guess what – I forgot my phone in the toilet.

And two miutes later it wasn’t there.  

Orit ran upstairs to ask at the office if my phone was found, while we retraced my steps.   

In the end the phone was found, but all desire to enjoy art disappeared, and went home.