I first visited Beaubourg on a trip to Paris with my brother, in the late 70s when it was just newly opened.
Going back there last week it wasn't much different, though we had a more specific mission - the musée d'art moderne -
(ok, I have to admit this guy was kind of stuffy)
to satisfy the curiosity of a thirteen-year-old with a love for Kandinsky
and Picabia
Rothko
Picasso
and help - whose car smash is this again?
Zooming up the escalators (also on the exterior - naturellement, to give one the best view) ...
we watch the street artists outside become ant-like and are greeted with higher altitude sights ...
At the very top we are headed - since an excess of art is exhausting, bien sûr, and one is gagging by now for a drink and some nibbles - for the rooftop café with the best views in Paris
and this, um, plant pot
But sadly it is possible to die before your order is taken here, so off we go on the vélibs stacked up outside, headed for cafés greener ...
(How will London's very own Boris Bikes match up to these beauties I wonder?)