I treated myself to a day completely alone. And man, it was nice. I went to the Centre Pompidou and, well, it was amazing. I haven't enjoyed myself that much at a museum since the Hirshhorn last May. There was an incredible exhibition on Feminist works from the 60's until now and that took me almost 3 hours to get through. I was on my last wind when I wandered upstairs to their permanent modern wings only to be blown away. So that is where all this stuff is! I didn't feel like paying too much money o a cafe, and because I knew i'd have to come back regardless, I look my leave after nearly peeing my pants from seeing a wing of Duchamp. Only when I got outside and sat in the sun (which is finally come back!), staring at the building and listening to these immigrants lead the crowds in a rowdy rendition of Hotel California did I realize I had skipped out on at least another three floors of that place.
So, I love something other than the wine here. The architecture of it was a bit silly, despite what ever the progressives said.
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