The days have dwindled down to a precious one … that last day, that last tango in Paris. What is it that I still need to do today … What memories do I still want to make …? What surprise awaits me around that last corner before I board the jet plane that will take me back to a different life.
I started the last day by beginning to pack (as usual, I seem to be leaving with even more stuff (!!) than I came with) into my suitcase with the broken zipper. I rubbed dishwashing soap on a cloth and used elbow grease to try and coax the zipper shut – hoping TSA won’t choose my bag to open and examine.
That accomplished, I decided to head down the street to the Pompidou Center. I know, everyone poop-poops the Pompidou, but hey I live practically next door to the architecturally challenged building (aren’t pipes and heating ducts supposed to be concealed in the walls?) Well, there’s not much concealed at this Museum of Modern Art – and when you ascend the heights you begin to understand why the building with all its audacity is a perfect structure to house all the artistic audacity and experimentation inside.
That is a very long-winded way to say I loved this museum – the art inside and out! A perfect end to a perfect trip. Again, pictures say more than the verbose expository …. So savor the views while you clutch onto the sides of the building, sit in the outdoor sculpture gardens with amazing views of the city, then go inside for a walk on the wild side – spending all the time you want in front of Matisse and Braque, Fauve and cubism, Picasso, Derain, Kandinsky and Chagall. And that just what’s showcased on the one floor I got to!
The outside ….
And the inside ….