The Shaw’s grocery ad has arrived in my e-mail … the reality of life back home creeping in … the end of my sojourn in Paris. But I still have a lot of Paris living to do! I awoke at 5 am this morning and started making a wish list for my final day. But either the list will have to be significantly honed — or saved as a working itinerary for my next trip !
There, I’ve said it, my next trip. Many times in the last year, I despaired ever making this trip; now I am thinking of the next one. Julien Green, the author of “The Streets of Paris”, wrote “Paris ..is loathe to surrender itself to people who are in a hurry; it belongs to the dreamers …” I guess I’m one of those dreamers …
I read another quote that you can’t really know a city until you’ve been bored there — and bored I am not … There is still so much to see, to do, to let happen. Frankly the press of people and traffic has begun to wear me down. But that’s when it’s wonderful to turn a corner and come upon a park, with benches, fresh plantings and semi-solitude. You can find quiet in Paris if you know where to look, or better yet, if you are open to it finding you …….
So, I am off today in the first drizzly rain of the trip, to visit the Pompidou Center. Although it has never been high on my must see list, I think it’s time. After all, we share the same block!
Yesterday was a rather disappointing visit to the Picasso museum. The problem wasn’t the quality but the lack of quantity at the exhibit. But even a little can be a lot.
The Chevre, the goat was there, resplendent and so too was Picasso’s favorite early 20th century tapestry, the Women of Avignon, (by an artist whose name I forget).
But my favorite is the woman at the beach cleaning sand from between her toes.
Well, I’m off the see some Magritte, Mondrian, Pollock, Kandinsky and of course more Picasso, so I’ll have to save for another post, yesterday’s wonderful walk through of the Giacometti exhibit.
And …. the sun has emerged, so I can jettison my umbrella !