Pompidou

An old friend just happened to swing by Paris last week, leaving me with a museum pass that was still good for a day. Since I am swamped with reading assignments all month, I didn’t have time to execute the grand museum tour of the town, but I did make a point of spending a couple of hours at the Museum of Fine Art, which just happens to be a few steps away from my tiny abode. The nice thing about going to a museum in Paris is you can actually take photos of the art. And to think I've almost been kicked out of New-York museums for boldly attempting such a feat! Behold: Buddha getting gutted, a Basquiat, a Picasso, not to mention a screening room full of empty chairs! The Syrian signs (depicting pop culture personae such as Michael Jackson, Lolita, and the like) were part of a non verbal film featuring random people brandishing them in public places and deserted middle eastern road sides. If that sounds like it might be unsettling, I will tell you that it was, but it was also soothing for some reason. Perhaps it was because I got to sit on such a lovely chair.