Secrètes de Paris

Sometimes a lack of proper management can work in your favor. Sometimes not. Take the Centre Pompidou, for example. I was showing some friends around town when the winter drizzle turned into a downpour, so we ducked inside the Pompidou for shelter. There's usually a line at the door (for security check; the ticket counter for the museum exhibits is inside), so we pretended we were going to the Georges restaurant on the top floor and got in the guarded red elevator just to the left of the main entrance. Quick and easy elevator to the top (well, you do have to switch on the first floor, no biggie) and I have a peek, as I usually do, to see if the glass doors for the fire escape have been left undone again. Of course they were. Why would anyone go out there in the rain? Duh, to get better photos!

On our way out we decide to freshen up in the restrooms, and I try the water fountain in the ladies room, as I usually do. And it's still broken. As far as I can tell, it's never worked. I'll bet there isn't even a water hose attached. It's probably some kind of contemporary art installation. After all, how often do you see drinking fountains indoors in France? Never! Still, I'm not going to give up hope that some day I can have a little sip for my parched throat. In the meantime I'll have to settle for drinking the rainwater I've wrung out of my beret.

This is art.