I’ve been on a bit of a reversed schedule since arriving in Europe two weeks ago. Sleep isn’t the easiest thing to come by when on the tour bus, so I’m allowing my body to relish in it when I can find it. Other parts of me say go-go-go, but I know better these days.
Once I did get my body in motion, I brought myself via foot and cab to the Centre Pompidou. Saw a number of works by a variety of artists: Matisse, Picasso, Dalí, Rothko, Pollock, Kandinsky. I’m still finding my happy medium of experiencing and documenting visits to art museums. I tried to take a few photos of pieces I enjoyed today, but it didn’t feel right. I’d rather just be in the moment. Taking a photo of the piece is the obvious choice. I need to figure out what the not so obvious angle is.
Never in my life did I think I would have multiple opportunities to explore Paris, so I’m participating as best I know how while I have the physical placement and time.
Per recommendation of a friend, I took a stroll down the Seine and found my way to a taxidermy shop called Deyrolle. I’ve never been to a place like this anywhere. So many creatures from all walks of life in suspended animation. I wonder how many people on a daily basis they get like myself: the gawker, the non-buyer, the spectacle seeking. I highly recommend a visit.
PS: You aren’t suppose to take photos in the shop. Clearly my intentions were known with a dangling camera from my neck. I really wanted to take a photo of the taxidermy worker smoking out front. I have some lessons to learn in photo etiquette. Hmm, how to not disturb a moment. I don’t think anyone can teach me that. I have to figure it out on my own.