Here he is, just strolling through the Louvre with his daughter and his entourage, when a fellow tourist - presumably slightly incensed at the sight of this man NOT queueing like everyone else in the Louvre - asks who he is. When Jay Z responds in an unsurprising fashion (given he's wearing a silver lame jacket of Ziggy Stardust proportions, a bit of 'tude is required), the tourist replies "Me, Paul", like it was going to get him ahead of the line. Amazing.
