08 June, 2008

From this bird's eye view atop the Pompidou Centre people scatter like ants to fit together the pieces of a puzzle. Sacre Coeur sits atop her hill in the haze of the distance keeping watch over the city.

An oddly shaped ball of tumbleweed holding scissors like pins in a cusion, this airplane flies atop my favorite room in the museum. A quilt woven from bottle tops and soda cans hangs from the wall. Visiting the Beaubourg is a sensory experience like being let out on the playground after a hard morning at school.

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