Did you know that the hand signal I'm giving is a rude gesture in London? It roughly translates to "up yours." I'm such the cheeky devil here, outside the National Gallery, where I viewed many timeless art works. All sorts of Manets and Monets, Van Goughs and Cezannes; a stupendous stop, though we had to rush. Later, in the States, a cadre of Wang sisters and I hit up the Dali Exhibit in Philly, where more rude gestures may or may not have been involved. But more on that foray into lobster telephones and psychoanalysis some day in the future.