On our final full day in Paris we aimed for the Georges Pompidou Centre – the ugliest building in Paris with the most sublime and comprehensive collection of modern art. But wait! Di had a malfunction with her suitcase and required a Phillips head screwdriver and a screw to fix it, so a search for a hardware (quincallerie) shop was on……..amazing, there was something that looked fairly promising right opposite the Pompidou Centre.

French hardware joy!
French hardware joy!
Pompidou Centre
Pompidou Centre
Pompidou entrance
Pompidou entrance
Inside Pompidou
Inside Pompidou

I am getting braver by the day with my French (one year of total immersion – classes twice a week, French News on SBS, French crime novel half read – basically attempting to keep dementia at bay) and asked where we could find the requisite tools – well, Bunnings, you have some serious competition! My three artists and myself were totally seduced by the treasure trove that was this French form of our ubiquitous hardware haven – AND we found the right tools and all purpose glue (needed for our visual diaries and collage). Brimming with pleasure we entered into the Pompidou Centre as it opened at 11am AND made it to the ladies restrooms BEFORE a busload of chattering 5 year olds – supreme success!!

Down to the more serious side of the trip, we gorged on Matisse, Picasso, Picabia, Delaunay, Paul Klee, Mark Rothko, Yves Klein, Mondrian, Giacometti and so much more. A great thing to see French children sitting in front of works and discussing, copying and learning. The view from the roof is spectacular and we could see to Sacre Coeur at Montmartre, which was to be our afternoon pilgrimage.

View to Montmartre
View to Montmartre
Street portrait
Street portrait
Street view with graffiti
Street view with graffiti
Artist's work for sale
Artist’s work for sale
Sacre Coeur celebrating 870 years - happy birthday!
Sacre Coeur celebrating 870 years – happy birthday!
Montmartre
Montmartre

The afternoon saw us in Montmartre – steep streets, steep tourist traps, steep funicular railway but ancient and an integral part of Paris. Fascinated by the awful touristy artwork mainly, but occasionally surprised by an artist flogging original and different work or producing a portrait of a reasonable standard. The view from Sacre Coeur was the opposite direction to our morning sojourn but every bit as spectacular.

For our last dinner in gay Paree, Ros suggested the famous Chartier Bullion in the Rue du Faubourg Montmartre – a fascinating two levels of fast moving waiters in white aprons, diners by the hundreds, fast, and I mean fast, food – all presented and the bill compiled on paper tablecloths and added up at the end. The food is excellent and not expensive, the service is exemplary and the huge place is full every night. No bookings, but definitely worth a visit for the decor alone – chandelier globe lights, dark brown timber tables and stairs, mirrors, glass and an old world Parisian air.

Chartier Bullion - waiter
Chartier Bullion – waiter
Chartier Bullion - view from the upper level
Chartier Bullion – view from the upper level

Pelting with rain when we emerged and quick as we could into the humid warmth of the Metro – what a brilliant way to move around the city, but not always glamorous!

Categories: Art Retreats Travel

3 Comments

Pompidou Centre, Montmartre, eating Parisian style!

  1. Fabulous! Feel like I was there! Hopefully I will be one of these trips. Keep up the great travelogue. 😙

  2. Oh Christine you seriously need to write … I just love your blog!!!….. Awsiting for the next instalment xxx

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