In The Pompidou

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.       

Around The Pompidou

Paris skies were lead gray on Friday. It was neither warm or cool, but very humid. Not a great day for tourism. We made it to the Pompidou Center and not much else. We are getting older. The forced-march style of tourism doesn't work so well anymore.

These scenes are all outside the museum. The man in the top photo was in a wheelchair, playing exquisite accordion. The fourth shot is one of several sculptures in a pool of water  by Niki de Saint Phalle, well-represented in St. Louis. 

Out to the Palace of Versailles on Saturday, followed by dinner with Versailles de Quimper and Olivier.