The Pompidou Centre was bathed in sunlight when me and the second child went there for afternoon tea. It was all something of deja vu.
In the morning I went swimming with the boy. I did this with the eldest and the second child and so it seems only right that he goes too. The swimming instructors greeted me like a long lost client - which is essentially what I am.
So me and the boy stayed and played in the water for 20 minutes or so. All very bonding.
As the eldest is off the Pompidou Centre - something to do with an orientation trip with school two or so years back - the middle one is the only taker for the bus ride there.
We didn't muck about with exhibition stuff. We headed right for the sixth floor and Georges for our drinks. She took the chocolat viennoise and I did look on the lashings of chantilly cream rather enviously as I supped my cafe.
She said she liked the exhibition too. I didn't take the brochure and have no idea what it was about nor who was involved. Must say it wasn't obvious to the naked eye.
I will go back and read up about it. Maybe then I'll get it. But whoever it is, it doesn't ooze accessibility.
I always thought that was the first rule of creativity. But then I'm very old school on that score.