Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as a Dead Ringer for silent film "legend" Norma Desmond made the scene, decked-out in a broad-brimmed straw hat over what appeared to be a tightly wound turban and a pair of dark sunglasses. "Holy Cecil B. Demille," I thought, "I haven't seen anything this campy since Sunset Blvd." I whipped out my trusty camera phone and snapped her picture. She turned to me and nodded -- as if to her adoring public -- before heading out the door, towards the beach. Something tells me she was ready for her close-up ...!