Grandma's Last Metro Trip!

Today was a very momentous occasion, because it was Grandma's last trip on the metro :D That is so long as our taxi actually does come tomorrow. It was also our last day in Paris, which I cannot yet fully comprehend! I was wondering how we were going to survive ten days without taking Grandma home in a box and suddenly I'm packing! It was very strange. But lets not get sentimental now!

We went to Centre Pompidou today, pretty much the only major Paris site we hadn't hit yet. Pompidou is the Modern Art museum, I suppose I should go ahead and clarify that. Now I really enjoy art, and I enjoy weird things as well. But modern art just gets a littttlee too weird even for my tastes. We walk in and downstairs they have this open performance space I guess, and there are a few makeshift benches, and a wide assortment of people strolling along playing various instruments. Not in any sort of tune or time together, just playing. There was a middle aged man on the guitar, a young woman singing an ethereally weird chant, an elderly woman on some sort of accordion, except it wasnt an accordion it had a hand-crank that she was turning, and I think you get my drift. It was weird. Apparently every single day there's a whole list of different things that go on, the music, philosophy talks, performance arts, and its like a "study" called Repetition Island because every day is the same but different in its own way... I wasn't quite high enough to really get what she was talking about.

We tried to go through the Contemporary Art gallery (1960-now) but we gave up. We're either not smart enough for it or the artists have been smoking the ganja and/or just throwing stuff together and calling it art. I vote the latter. We went up to the Modern Art gallery (1905-1960) which was MUCH more pleasing to the eye. Still had its fair share of weird though. I've learned two things about artists today:
1) They're very self important. The picture below is legitimately hanging in grand display. I wish I remembered the title of it because it was something like "outstanding painting".

2) Artists like only two things in this world. Drugs and boobs.

We found the museum so entertaining though. There were several pieces that changed as you move and made you dizzy, and some that made noise and such! I got some video of it :) Despite the weirdness it was incredibly enjoyable. Also not nearly as crowded as the Louvre or Orsay, which was fabulous.

After our LAST trip on the Metro (Grandma's never been so happy!) I tried yet again to visit the Catacombs. (I tried on Monday but it was closed, I think I wrote about that. Well if I didn't I am now.) Apparently today was the day all the tour buses decided to come down to Montparnasse because the line for the Catacombs literally wrapped around the building. Ridiculous. So I didn't make it there. Unfortunate, seeing as they're walking distance from the apartment. But there will be something new to do next time I come to Paris :D

I had to pack up this afternoon :( It's never been harder for me to pack up after a vacation than now, knowing I'm leaving Paris! Especially when I saw the cute outfits I'd brought in case of cold weather like Sarah told me we'd have but didn't get to wear because it was HOT the whole time!!! :D