The cave

When Brett and I were in Paris two summers ago, we checked out the Pompidou, a fantastic modern art museum just a few blocks from where we were staying. There were several exhibits that blew my mind, but there's one in particular that still stands out quite vividly (possibly because I have a picture of it on display in my apartment): Jean Dubuffet's "Cave," a whacky, cavernous installation that invited visitors to enter and romp around to their hearts' content. The thick black lines, which seemingly flowed without direction, made the walls appear simultaneously flat and bulging. I kept thinking of rubber bands and Dr. Seuss when I was in there!

"Pompidou?"

Paris blues

It's the weekend! Time for leisure, in theory. While I don't have much time for that nowadays, I do like to think of the things I would do and places I would go if I led a more freewheeling life. A life in Paris, for instance. My, those few weeks I spent there were some of the most leisurely ones I've ever had. Fresh croissants and madeleines and creamy whole milk (I don't think skim milk exists in France) in the morning, lunch on the benches of Place des Vogues, fist-sized macarons devoured as snacks.... 

Le sigh. 

Q

"Paris, Je T'aime"