SHARING WITH ME

After lunch and taking the time to read all the docs I had picked up, I went onto the Beaux Arts. The building was off putting. Just as the theatre next to it.    Beaux Arts Theatre opposite The exhibition on the sea should have been up my ally. It wasn't. A young man, one of the many attendants, told me I had skipped a couple of rooms - does it surprise you ? When I am faced with this and tiny little booklets (one per gallery), explaining what was on show, I felt that I had moved back into the 19th century when the more you could put on a wall, the better.   Entrance to the sea a shock to the system and another one one booklet by room well at least you could sit down if I had know what it was.... See that "white on the floor?" It's art These are the only works that caught my attention.  Many of them are quite modern......   Laurent Marie Joubert 1952- Twin Portrait 2006-2007 Louis Ernest Bar...

The alarm woke me at dawn this morning. The first light was filtering through my window. Shower and breakfast and off to the Gare du Nord well before 7 to take a train to Dunkerque, unless it was cancelled at the last moment because of a "nonsence SNCF" strike which has been going on now for 10 days. Don't ever cross a bureaucrat - he'll go on strike if he's about to lose a cent of what he believes is HIS. I left on time and returned on time. Mother used to come to Dunkerque to meet her husband Roger who was Captain with the Messageries Maritimes. Just one of the ports of call that she described as "the last place on earth". I have never been tempted to go there. I have a passion though to zap my way around Europe, towns, cities I know or have heard of looking for exhibitions of interest and worth the journey. This time around, I had fallen on Dunkerque.  It was and still is an industrial port and one of the rare towns I have visited in a long time w...