Everyone knows the Pompidou Center for Modern Art, the one with all the color-coded pipes and escalators in tubes on the outside. We visited yesterday, despite my ongoing health problems. The entryway to one floor was lined with sofas, each covered with oriental rugs and bolster pillows. Some people used them for rest, some for a bit of voyeurism. I did both.
The east side of the building has a long concrete slope down to the doors. Uber was sponsoring a project to cover it with turf, a work of art in itself, I suppose.
I'll be putting up a couple more pictures from yesterday on Facebook.