Today was very disappointing.
I woke up with a sore throat yesterday but shook it off. Today I was lethargic, unusually hungry, tired, had a runny nose, a sore throat, and a headache. Oh yeah, and it was raining. Not a good start to the day.
I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning, and the gloom outside didn't help. Somehow I managed to finish my histories reading. By this time (about 10:54) it was raining outside. I decided to read for my pop class and see if I could wait out the rain. By the time I finished reading, the rain had subsided. I got dressed and somehow dragged myself out the door.
I was so excited to go to the Picasso museum. It has been on my to-do list, and I was so upset to find out that it didn't officially open until October 25th. Just as disappointed as I was to find out that I'd have to wait to go to the museum was the exact about of excitement that I had to find out that it was opening early for patrimony days. I couldn't wait, and my excitement was the only thing that got me out the door today.
I had no trouble finding my way to the museum, and went into the courtyard. Like many museums in Paris, the Picasso museum is in a beautiful old house with stone relifes on the outside pediment. Also like many museums in Paris, the inside is completely modern; white walls accompany light wood floors that seem to be straight out of an American design catalog. This was definitely the most disappointing museum that I've ever been to.
There were fewer than ten Picassos in the whole building. There was one large painting (a monochrome of several women, not in his cubist style), one sculpture, about five of his thin bronze sculptures, several pencil drawers in a book, and one collage painting. That was it. I'm sure that I couldn't have missed the part of the museum where all of his works were! I did really like the collage painting; it was so interesting, and I had never seen a work from Picasso like that before. However, a museum is supposed to be about art, and not a tour of a whitewashed house. Even the garden was pathetic; it was just a patch of grass with a gravel promenade around it. I couldn't believe that I had gotten out of bed, and gone into the rain, for that.
I walked home a broken woman. I did walk through the Sunday bizarre in the Bastille, but I didn't stop to buy anything. I got bread from the boulangerie on the corner, and then went home. For some reason I had this vision of having cookies and a cup of tea while it was raining. I was fortunate that it had stopped raining during my excursion, and decided to test my luck once more. It turns out that both Monoprix and Franprix are closed on Sunday. How could I not have known this?! While going to see if Franprix was open, it began to rain. I had tested my luck too much. I went home sans cookies.
I had put on today's post-it note that I was to meet with Raven to work on our French presentation. We were supposed to make a poster about a francophone place, while using class material, ("y", the prepositions to talk about places) as a tourist advertisement. I went up to her room, and she agreed to meet me downstairs sometime later.
I got in bed and watched Judge Judy so that I could put off studying. I finally studied, took a break to plan next weekend's excursions, and then finished my work.
Raven came over at eight so that we could work on our project. She happened to tell me about a carnival that's happening at La Muette that I must go see. I will do just that.
It's time for me to go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
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