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Modern art is mawdyrn
9/13
Today we visited the most modern museum in Paris. Le Musee Pompideau. It was good in some parts and “modern art” in other places. I did enjoy the contemporary parts that included Dali, Mattise, Callo, Pollock and Picasso. I liked the design portion also that had some big names in the design world, Philip Stark and Shigeru Ban. By far, my favorite piece in the whole museum was a series of pictures called 100 boots. It was so creative and well shot that I want to emulate it one day. Maybe I can do 50 hats or something like that. I really was bored the whole minimalist area and the type of “modern art” where they just stack random stuff or put a rope in big room by itself and say it’s art because they can. The big names obviously jumped out and were very easy to notice. One of the biggest pieces of art is the actual building. It looks like it’s inside out. The architect did that to create more space for display and performance arts. Only the permanent display was open today and this other artist who took apart stuffed animals and used winches and pulleys to make things move. Some was done better than others and it was mostly interesting.
We spent a lot of time at the museum and took a while to analyze just what we were seeing. Three panels of white painted canvas doesn’t really say art to me. But when we got through all the good parts we headed to one of the only big sites we haven’t seen, the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs D’Elysee. It was big and arcy and full of triomphe and it’s one of the things I just had to see. I took a few pictures, looked at it for a while and we were done. We could have taken a metro back, but decided to walk instead. We did lots of window shopping and some real shopping also. It was a long walk and we decided to take our sweet time. So we walked and walked some more and finally made It back to the hotel. Watched the news and did some photo editing and got ready for dinner. Grandpa wanted to go to the bar that played jazz so we went there, and he brought his trumpet. Please believe, he asked if they wanted him to play, and they did. So now my grandfather can officially say that he has played in Paris. We had to find somewhere else to eat though. We walked for a while and then found another Italian place. Maybe the French realized that Italian cooking is consistently good while their food is mostly hit or miss. It was really good and I had a flattened steak, on cabbage with macaroni and cheese. It was actually penne and cheese but I didn’t want to break it to them that they were false advertising. Maybe they will change it later. That was they end of the day pretty much. Tomorrow is our last full day, and I am sad.