Jumped on the internet at Jan's school, and were able to confirm that BMI were still flying into Paris. Lucky lucky... After farewelling London over some pints with Jan's workmates, we spent the night with one of Jan's friends (thanks Rebecca!) who lives closer to Heathrow. We had an early morning flight, and were up at 4am. Yuck!After only 45 minutes in the air, we arrived at Charles de Gaulle and negotiated the multiple buses and trains required to get into Paris. Checked into our temporary hotel (due to a doublebooking at our apartment) for some R&R. The above picture is the desktop wallpaper on their computer. :)
We then went out for a nice long walk - south to the Seine river (stopping for Nutella & banana crêpes), around Nôtre Dame and back via the Pompidou Centre. We bought tickets, but although there were lots of temporary exhibits, the main gallery was closed. We saw works by Rauschenburg, Picasso, Francis Picabia, Lichtenstein, Kandinsky, Agam, Josef Albers, etc - but not my favourites by Max Ernst, Marcel Duchamp and Paul Klee. (Lisa - I think this museum would drive you up the wall. Even I didn't think too much of the video footage of a guy rubbing black paint all over his scrotum - called "Black Balls".)Went home early, and Anna fell asleep while I read about half of the new Stephen King, Cell. (It's great so far, but King has a thing for disappointing endings. This could be headed the way of The Stand...)
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