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Published: June 30th 2013
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Well the rest of my week here has been busy. Full of art, walking, shopping, carbs and butter, more walking and more shopping. Unfortunatly Paris has been cloudy and cold. The whole week. I didnt prepare myself for this weather, and have been scrambling to pull together clothes to wear that will keep me warm. I guess the only solution is to buy more clothes!
Wednesday, devoted to art. Im going to call this goldilocks and the three art Galleries.
First : Too hard. I venture to Palais de Tokyo. This space hosts different exhibitions of modern and contemporary art. I like modern art. To an extent. Lets take a trip thru what I saw. First you walk into the bottom level and it is black painted walls and dim lighting. On the wall is some paintings, one lite up by a projector, and a low dull deep hum, layered with another hum that sounds like a buzzing. This sound almost drills in to your head and vibrates in the back of your eyeballs. Hanging in the middle are postcards. Back and forth messages of no importance,written onto a 4x6 cardboard with" things are bigger in Texas" stamped on
the back. Following the route into the next room are video instillations. Black and white frankenstein style. I turn the corner and see a room filled with video, almost floor to ceiling,2 perpindicular walls connected to contain seperate images, but to seem as one video. The scene is a black empty space with a rug covering the ground. Its focus is on people, dancing around in a circular pattern where as the camera circles them in an opposite direction. On the first wall are children playing and holding hands dancing in a ring,chasing eachother. The second connecting video is adults, dancing. Half naked or full naked, some just sitting in the circle. I am intrigued and watch it play out. They grab a fully clothed man and dance around him and start petting and encouraging him. They seem to be easing him and assuring him as they touch him and the camera circles, cutting in and out the vision of him. A woman comes and puts down a plate On the floor. They celebrate and he pulls down his pants. The camera circles more but thru the people you can see him squat, and poo, on the plate. She picks
it up as they clap and she does a round with the poo to show everyone.This is the point where I was done. To me this isnt art. I dont get this, and Im starting to feel what it would be like to be on serious drugs.
Second : Too soft. after my experience of what it would be like to be clinically crazy, I head over to Petite Palais. they had 2 exhibitions here, from slovenian impressionists. The art and the building is more tradition style french, soft pretty colors and sculptures, decorative vases. Definite difference from what I came from. It was a quick short visit, calming and more flowy. I grabbed some lunch from the cafe and ate while and admiring the peaceful lush courtyard. A perfect middle to my day.
Third: Just right. Afterwards I headed to the Grand Palais where they were having an exhibition called Dynamo. This was all about perception, light, movement, vision distortion and interference. It was really cool and more my type of modern art. It asked you to see things diiferently or question your reality. It bends the rules of what we see and perceive and recreates it.
Flakey as it should be
Perfect layers of buttery flaky pastry with soft warm chewy interior. Heaven This exhibition was really cool and was the perfect ending to the day. Check out the pictures
Everything else is just walking and shopping around, and of course finding the best of the best in bread, butter and everything else. My Paris trip, and my whole 3 week europe trip has come to an end. Its bittersweet. It will be good to get back working, and making money not spending it, get into routine, back to running and working out, and family and friends. It will also be interesting to see the damage done by the floods back home and maybe help if I can? But this means, no more french, no more seeing cute french boys impeccably dressed, no more bread and butter, no more architecture. I feel comfotable here and feel like it would be a great experiment to start working here and interacting with people more to further develop my french. One day....
Heres my last eat rcomendations.
Huiterie Regis: last restaurant, only serves oysters. Small and cute, definitely recommended.
Best butter: Bordier- the demi sel. All butter needs to be salted!
Best crossaint: Ble sucre. Delish. Madalines pretty good too
Best bread: between Poilane and Eric Kayser. and the only bakery bread I had really.
Thats it for eating. and that makes me officially off vacation,back to reality.
Au revoir! A bientôt
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