Brancusi, the sculptor, donated his studio to the French State upon his death with one condition. He insisted that the Musée National d'Art Moderne maintain it exactly as it was left on the day he died. I don't mean they couldn't draw faces on it or sell little pieces of it--I mean EVERYTHING (cameras, tools, sculptures, pictures, wood) had to be positioned exactly as he left it. He believed that his life's work could not be understood unless it existed in the essence he arranged it in. Well, he was a pretty big deal in France; so they agreed.
The four room studio is fascinating to view. However, here is where Constantin Brancusi and I would go our separate ways. Nothing is symmetrical or lined up. Those who know me know I can't even walk by a crooked picture frame. After as hour I just wanted to scream "Can't someone straighten the place up?"
My world was quickly set right by a trip to Amorino's for Ice cream. Although Amorino's isn't strictly French (there are 4 in the U.S.A now), it is incredible. I've learned that "Just make me your favourite" is secret code to the server for "just keep piling it on."😄
Living and Loving the City of Lights.
You are Always in My Prayers. Love Mom.