I think that chalk artists should sign their work. The free-lancers who embellish plate-glass windows along the drag with designs in washable poster paints after athletic victories usually do. My attention was caught by this chalkboard on the wall by the little outdoor dining space at La Madeleine near the Arboretum movie house. My companion’s eye was caught by an eclair. There was nothing at all wrong with it, but disappointment ensued when the filling turned out to be like chocolate pudding instead of the standard pastry cream. La Mad seems to attract patrons of the female persuasion, very occasionally accompanied by those of the male persuasion. There were no guys without gals to be seen on a Saturday at around two o’clock.