The Time in Paris

 As usual Paris doesn't disappoint.  Old stuff, new stuff, it's all jumbled up with wow everywhere you look.

We loved the Henry Taylor Retrospective at Musee Picasso.  He's American, so why haven't we seen him around?  Colorful mixes and messages- some massive some tiny.  Check him out.

JR was up to his antics turning the Post Neuf into a cave.  What a funny thing to do. Last week's windy storm caused some damage so it's being repaired now. I was glad that we got to see it.

Matisse's final years were featured at The Grand Palais.  That show was crowded as all get out, but I kept my own pace and took my time with the collages that drew me over for a longer look.  I don't like the feeling of getting jostled, but it was pleasant to be in a space where all the people were loving something simultaneously. 

Smiling people slipped in and out of invisibility at Fujiko Nakaya's Fog Sculpture at the Bourse de Commerce.  I lost Husbandman but then I found him.  When the fog dropped down and our heads emerged there was merriment and awe.

This morning we bought some cheese at a small fromagerie.  When I announced boldly to the woman, "We would like to buy some cheese," we both started laughing and she pointed around and asked, "Why not?" 

We asked her to recommend a boulangerie.  "You will go to the right for 100 meters and you will see a market and across from the market you will find it and WOW!" 

See what I mean about wow?  Things have been lovely here in Paris.  Tomorrow we head to London to visit with old friends from B-town.  I hope they're not disappointed when they discover that our bridge skills have taken a dive.