Artsy Fartsy

Today was the first gray, rainy day of many, I'm sure.  It was a perfect day for a visit to the Musée des Beaux Arts.  Our tour guide was Jean-Paul, a wildly-gesturing whirligig of a Frenchman.

Jean-Paul : man, myth, legend

If he had spoken with a little more enthusiasm, I think his mustache would have taken off and carried him, helicopter-like, through an open window into the great blue yonder.

Donc, je vous présente un ode à Jean-Paul :

Also in the Musée, a four-hundred-year-old wooden fireplace.  Think about it.

I was incredibly stirred by the work of Olivier Debré.

Gros bisoux,
Maria