Today was beautifully sunny and warm with a bright blue sky. It is definitely ‘was’ though as now i’m now sitting in my room with the window open listening to the rain drumming on the roof, and dripping off the gutters. Very heavy rain as well and no wind so its falling straight down in a sheet. What I do today? Well, this afternoon, after a morning of art work which mostly involved cutting out delicate pieces of paper with a craft knife, I kept up the arty theme and ventured to the Museum of Fine Art, stopping off to sit in the sunshine on the way at a little park with a pond and two swans. While I was sitting there, a man, who looked a bit trampish to me, allowed his dog to chase the poor swans - how cruel. Everyone was staring at him in disgust. Actually, that reminds me, I haven’t told you about the homeless man who sits near Mono-Prix. He has a dog and ... wait for it ... a rabbit! Very strange. Also, they never ask for money, its always cigarettes. (The rain has just got even heavier!) Anyway, after sitting on a bench for a while watching the world go by I finally arrived at the museum. It is in a c shaped building, very old looking, with a paved area out the front where two grown men were playing with a remote control car and two young boys were kicking balls into passers-by. (Ok, just had to close the window because the rain was coming in - whoops!) Inside was a grand staircase straight ahead, and what looked like marble on the floor. A bit like one of the big museums in London. I paid my 2 euros and ventured inside. Most of it is really old renaissance art and religious paintings, but I found some Marcel Duchamps, and one of Monets paintings of Rouen Cathedral which was beautiful. At one point there was a window in the gallery looking in to the tea room. I had to take a photo because just behind where everyone was drinking and eating was a massive painting propped upside down on the far wall. It looked like they were restoring it. However, it was only protected by a low piece of rope, nothing else, and no-one keeping watch.
After the museum, I stopped off at the Pier to get a couple of cushions. The girls are coming over to watch a film tomorrow and I have nothing for them to sit on! Its weird, because it cheaper to buy home stuff here than at the supermarket. As well as the two cushions (one bright blue strips and the other brown with mulit-coloured stripes) I also picked up a bowl - white with a blue and red check - for 1 euro 15 (I only have one bowl at the moment), making a grand total of 10 euros for all three items! After dropping this bulky stuff back at home, I ventured once more into the crowded streets (its a saturday)and managed to push my way to mono-prix to pick up some fruit and ice-cream for tomorrow. At the same time I also bought some bright pink tulips which look very pretty in my room.
Much Later: Its now 1.45am and i’m still up reading ‘Purple Hibiscus’ by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (actually very near to finishing it - its a very good book) because there is dance music resonating around the building, screaming, people running up and down the stairs, buzzing of the bell every 5 minutes and slamming of doors making it the noisiest night yet in my room. As well as nearly finishing another book (only one left), while waiting for the party to quieten, I also watched ‘Le Journal de Bridget Jones’ in french which was rather interesting. I’ve watched it so many times before that some of the lines came into my head as english even though I was watching it in french. Then I watched interviews by Helen Fielding and the cast. She and Hugh Grant spoke most of it in french which was very impressive. Oh dear, they are now whooping downstairs. I think i’ll just have to attempt to sleep - I don’t think the party is going to end for a while.
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