Europe Day 54: Confliction

Today was not the most exciting day.  I got out of bed, and breakfast, and dressed in time for class.  I did just barely make the breakfast line though; that was exciting. But only because I insist on changing out of my pajamas and brushing my teeth before I go downstairs; I don't want to muder anyone with my horribly morning breath.

At least half of our class is in England this weekend, going because they can, so there were very few of us, and we ended early. I marched directly up to my room, gathered my supplies, and returned downstairs to work on my cahier.  This whole, "cahier on the computer" thing is taking forever! My computer tends to freeze up and I, perhaps, spend a little more time than necessary designing each page.  But I really enjoy it, and am proud of the good pages I have done.  I just hope I can get the other half of the pages finished by Tuesday.

I worked on that sucker for four hours.  Four good, long hours of dedicated work.

At long last it was time to head towards Centre Pompidou.  After three metros, I ascended to ground level once more, just outside the Museum.  I still had a half hour before we had to meet so I walked around until I found a boulangerie, a bakery.  I ordered a ham, cheese, lettuce, and tomato sandwhich, as well as a slice of cheesecake with raspberries. I walked back to the museum and sat on the cobblestone hill out front to eat my meal.  I thought it was a little weird, but a lot of other people were sitting out there, so it must be acceptable. Despite the hard ground and cold wind, I enjoyed my meal to the fullest.

This museum was unlike any others that we have visisted.  There was only one Pieta, and no Saints nor Virgin Marys with a baby Jesus.  Mostly, there were blobs and streaks of colors, wildly disproportionate body parts, or geometric shape.  A few caught my eye as beautiful or emotional, but most did not look like art to me.  I am not doubting the artistic value of any of the pieces, but I personally would not hang them in my house, except perhaps on my fridge should my child create it for me.  Sorry famous painters of the modern world; you did not enchant me.

It was getting dark when I left the museum, and I got a little nervous when I could not find the metro.  Some how it was not where I left it.  After circling the museum once, I overheard a trio of jovial Americans passing by.  Apparently, it was only a block away in the other direction.  Feeling grateful, I strode off, took my three metros, and returned to the FIAP.

No, it was not the most exciting day, but that is okay.  We do not have class again until Monday, so I have plenty of oppurtunity to do wonderful Parisian things this weekend.  I am terrifically excited to tell you all about them as soon as they have been accomplished!