Guess who's coming to town?

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O. Sirens blaring, the motorcycles get the traffic to disappear on Kearny St., downtown San Francisco.




B. Somebody's coming. I counted close to 20 or 30 motorcycles. Must be someone really important. Now, who could that be?!?



A. Oh, I remember now. Didn't say they say in the paper that a certain First Lady is in town?



M. I make a lousy paparazzi.

Not only I didn't *see* who was in the back of the car (I was way too busy looking at the hot Secret Service guys in front), but my camera didn't either!!

Did I even get the right car? ;)

As I was snapping away, I heard a woman right behind me say a couple of times somewhat histerically "OMG, OMG, OMG, it's Michelle Obama and she's waiving at us, OMG, OMG, OMG!" and then ...
"Did you get it, did you get it, did you get it?!!"



A. Before I could answer one way or the other, the Motorcade had turned left on Pine St., and was heading towards the top of Nob Hill, probably towards the Fairmont Hotel, where San Francisco usually keeps the dignitaries. The whole thing lasted less than a couple of minutes.

I said, "OMG, OMG, yeah, I got something, I think, OMG, I don't know, let's have a look, OMG."

We looked at the pictures on my camera, feeling a little bit like teenagers having spotted Justin Timberlake or Britney.

I'll admit, it was all pretty exciting and uplifting and the sighting of the Motorcade kind of made my day for some reason.

Star-struck Tomate Farcie.