an ordinary thing, how extraordinary it is
One of the most enjoyable reasons for staying in Paris happens when one walks the streets. You can go inside the Louvre Museum or the Musée d’Orsay, the Picasso Museum, the Rodin, l’Orangerie, the Carnavalet, the Museum of Eroticism: and the list will not end.
Or . . . you might choose to walk the streets and look around and pause and look up or down or rush to a sound that seems out of the ordinary—was it music you heard? Paris is awash with French citizens, or not, who are there to entertain you, amuse you, shock and surprise you. Recently, I walked to the Comédie Française to see an afternoon performance of Racine’s Andromaque. Past the Louvre and onto the plaza outside the Comédie Française, I saw and listened to much that surprised and entertained me. On the way there, I looked around. I decided freely what constituted art. (Click on a photo to see more.)