OK, there is so much I could tell you and there isn’t time to tell you everything. So I will just concentrate on the bits that have photos.
I was very briefly in Paris. I just had time to go to the Pompidou Centre, where the contemporary art is. What you do is walk down this street here.
Then you come to the Pompidou Centre, which looks like this.
At the moment they are having a Marcel Duchamp exhibition.
Inside, on the ground floor, it looks like this. That shop at the back is one of the best shops I have EVER been to and I want every single book, toy and item of stationery that they sell.
Because you are in a hurry, you will rush past amazing pieces of contemporary art, like these.
I love this big table with the chairs set in to the table.
One of the chairs is facing the wrong way.
One is a child’s potty chair.
More French contemporary art, the kind I like. Early 20th-century Futurist horses by Raymond Duchamp-Villon.
Container Zero by Jean-Pierre Raynaud.
More artworks that you won’t have time to stop and look at.
The escalators are on the outside of the building, like an exo-skeleton, and as you approach the top floor you are treated to impressive views of Paris.
That is Notre Dame cathedral, way over on the other side of the city, photographed at very long range.
The Eiffel Tower at sunset, also photographed at a considerable distance.
The square where the Pompidou Centre is.
At the very top of the building is an outstanding restaurant, I cannot recommend it enough. The food is great, the wine list is as impressive as the views over the city. It is a great place to sit and get drunk.
I had lobster linguine.
On my other evening in Paris I went to hear a piano recital in a very old church, something I would only consider doing in foreign countries, and only then if I had a good reason. I am surprised the church did not burst into flame. It is a Syrian church called Saint-Ephrem.
I was there to hear Elizaveta Frolova play the piano, she is absolutely amazing and I felt so lucky to hear and see her play in such a tiny venue and be able to thank her afterwards, she came out when I was still putting my coat on and the other 9 people in the audience had already left. I didn’t record this video as recording wasn’t permitted that evening, but here she is, doing her thing.
And that’s all the French news. Tomorrow: My five minutes in Brussels.
1 Art point.