There's a line in Seinfeld in which the character George says something like: "I don't get modern art."
I get to look at it because I am trying to see the point. I like Yves Klein because I like blue. I finally got Picasso after going round the museum here and spending time watching the development of the artist.
Enlivened by the Voids thang, I went to the Musée d'Art Modern de la Ville de Paris as there was a day of strikes at the radio station.
Since all this was announced and organised while I was in London I turned up at work to find out that I was not going to work.
Perhaps the Maison de la Radio is an art installation.
I took in Jimmie Durham and Giorgio de Chirico before taking a coffee and taking off when I saw a rather large mouse prancing under a table in a cafe.
These exhibitions had pieces in them. Positively clogged up by comparison with what I'd seen on Wednesday.
For sheer value for money, the Thursday bonanza at the Musée d'Art moderne wins hands down. But for enduring and exhilarating hilarity, nothing beats a void.
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