Back to Paris for a few days. After last weekend storms ( which I wasn’t there for, 45 dead in France) the weather is very pleasant. I brought my gloves because my fingers are very sore and they are badly affected by the cold but I had to take them off because my hands were getting too warm.
Today I went to a Munch exhibition. Some of his work is exceptional but most of it was very ordinary. There are country scenes, portraits and these are fairly boring.I think he must have been a depressive (aren’t all the good ones) as many of his very good stuff is about distress.
Tomorrow is back to the Pompidou where there is a Francis Bacon exhibition. That should be interesting.
Jim is in a new flat which you cannot swing a cat in. I have just looked for a bread knife and a corkscrew and neither was to be found. We are in FRANCE and no corkscrew or bread knife, incredible. But the cheese we are having tonight , St Feliciene is excellent. Dinner is boring because Jim doesn’t like me buying too much food. So I cannot buy enough to cook with. He is taking me out tomorrow night.