free museum day!

so today a small child touched my leg as we were both getting on to the metro and my first reaction was a strong desire to kick that child. is that bad?

today was free museum day in paris! on the first sunday of each month all the museums in paris are free. so what this means is, instead of waiting two hours to get into a museum, you now wait four. i chose to go to centre georges pompidou, cus i've never been before, and since i'm not the biggest fan of modern art, i would never pay to go here, since it is, in fact, a modern art museum. you may have heard of the pompidou center. it's that red, blue, and green building that looks like it's inside out. it's pretty cool, i think. so i get there at about 10:50 and i'm in the door at 12:30. these two crazy girls tried to cut the line, but got caught, thank god. i was standing in line and noticed this girl walking around who was wearing tight white pants, and absolutely should not have been. i then noticed a few minutes later she was right behind me in line, eating a sandwich right in my ear and emanating body odor. apparently the guard at the door saw her and her friend cut the line and made them get out. they were french but the guard said "i don't know what language you speak cus i just told you that you can't come in so why are you still in line?" it was great.

so i checked out the museum's public library first and wasn't very interested. the only thing that surprised me was the amount of people who would wait hours in line just to get inside and sit there and read. so i went on to the museum. there were some really nice works by picasso and chagall. i also really liked the paintings by rene magritte. as soon as i saw the name i thought of the paul simon song "rene and georgette magritte with their dog after the war." is the song about the painter? i've never really listened to the lyrics, but i figured it was just about french-canadians. i actually usually skip it when it comes up on my itunes. so i'm very careful about keeping my flash off when i'm in a museum and today was no different. my flash was off the entire time but this girl comes up to me after i took a picture and was like "no flash." i told her my flash didn't go off and she was like, "i saw it." crazy bitch. so i liked the museum. it was mostly pretty modern art that made sense and not just a white canvas with a big black dot in the middle that's supposed to symbolize man's inability to cope with fear, or something like that. i once went to Mass MoCA and one of the displays was just about 100 chairs set up against the wall. at the time i remember really wanting to sit down cus i was tired, but wasn't sure if it was art or not. i ended up buying two children's books in french from the gift shop, one about the circus and the other about the pompidou center. i don't know why i bought them cus i have no children, and chances are if i ever do (i probably should get over my desire to kick small children first), they probably won't speak french. i just think they're nice books. so i'll add these two to the other kid book i bought when i was here last time.

so i just listened to the paul simon song. i think it is just about french-canadians.