5. Rain, Rain, Rain, Pompidou, Rain, Naked Metal Dudes, Rain

Right, so it rained pretty hard today, all day, until around 9pm. I had my handy rain shoes (Hunter makes shoes now, not just boots!), and my raincoat. I believe, that after a while in the closet, my raincoat has lost its, well, raincoatiness (for lack of a term that exists because that's not a thing that people say!)

It seems that the sleeves are letting rain in, though it could also be that it was a little warm today, so sweaty arms could be the culprit. I know. Ewwww. (Note to self: Do not talk about your sweat on this blog. Especially if it's about arms. Those aren't really supposed to sweat unless it's under one, so... you may have a condition that's worth looking to...)

Anyhow, I took the Metro on over to the Pompidou Centre, my second favourite place.... third favourite place, in Paris. It's beaten only by the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. The good news is that the most of the exhibits were new, and there were an absolute ton of Kandinsky pieces, only my favourite artist!

I'm just going to inundate you with pictures now, let them tell their own tale (except some which... you'll see), and then I'll be back after them to chat some more:

Saw these lights last year. Still madly in love with them!

Naked metal people! They're in the rain. Better them than me. Better them than me!

 That's Notre Dame on the left, with the front white pillars and the steeple!

Kandiiiiiinsky(s)!

So. This was there. It's... well, here it is!

From two different angles for your confusing pleasure.

And just when you thought you were a grown up and were incapable of nightmares... this.

It's made of friggin' baby doll bits and pieces! Look closely. I understand if you can never return to this blog again! Yeeeesh, this is weird, and it's taller than me in person.

Come to think of it, clothes are impossible for me to find in Paris. Maybe I can borrow her dress!

I take it back... I just saw a single baby leg!

Different artist. More baby dolls. What the hell, Paris?

Some beautiful glass work. Sans baby doll. 

A short film where a dude drew on his hand for 10 minutes. So. You know. Art.

I feel like I want this door (which is not an art piece) to be saying, "No issues behind this door!"... I have a feeling that I am incorrect.

A metal and wood spider and wool art.

So that was that! I walked for a while after, decided that dark rainy weather wasn't the best idea, so took a cab back to the place I'm staying. It was then when I clues in that I'd totally been ripped off by a cab driver last night. I suspected, but only really knew tonight when a cab ride cost me 14€ from all the way across town in traffic, and last night from four blocks away in no traffic cost me 18.5€. 

Ugh. I don't like that feeling. Over and done with though, I'll know better for next time, one of which I hope there is not.

I ended up at a place near the place I'm staying and having one of the best caprese salads of my life. No pictures, I inhaled it before my camera had a chance!

Now I'm typing in a dark room at "home", anticipating the Warhol exhibit I hope to go to tomorrow! 

It's my last full day in Paris tomorrow, so I'm pretty sure I'll be headed back to the Eiffel Tower for one last glimpse of my soulmate in architecture form!

As I did last night, I will leave you with a quote. Don't worry, this isn't going to become a regular occurance, because I've run out of Exotic Marigold Hotel movies to reference! Hahah.

This one is equally as resinatey (not a word) with me as the last. Because it's just true!

"You can have anything you want Sonny, you just need to stop waiting for someone to tell you, you deserve it."

- Dame Judy Dench, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

With that, good night, and will do my best to report back with more fun tomorrow!