Yesterday I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art here in Chicago to see the exhibit "Ronan and Erwan Bouroullec: Bivouac" and I'm glad I caught it before it was gone--two French brothers, designers, and their simple elegant designs for everyday things: a chair, a vase, a shelf, a rug. It made me feel like a trip into my living room, much less a journey to a museum, was a venture into new territory. Or maybe better to say that a trip to the living room is more like entering a museum than I'd ever thought. Museum of spoons, museum of lamps, museum with the uneven silver tea tray. I liked people watching there, all the Euro folk, and the different tongues and fashionable people.