I assume I don’t have to explain last week’s Louvre jewel heist . I love a good caper, and have (like many others ) eagerly followed the details . An electric ladder to a second-floor window, an angle grinder to get into the room and the display cases, security guards there more to protect patrons than valuables—seven minutes, in and out. There were security lapses : The Louvre, it turns out—at least certain nooks of the ancient former palace—is something like an anopticon: a place where no one…