One in a series

I have so many pictures of HB and I in galleries.   She is staying in Paris for a month and I diverted to stay with her for a couple of days on the way home.  

First of all sad goodbyes at Lille railway station to the shepherds, the young festival workers who took us everywhere. And then I travelled with other jury president Pamela Adlon on the train to Paris.  The countryside was greening up with far more mistletoe visible than in the UK but less blackthorn.  

Got a taxi over to the flat where H is staying in the 16th and we had a lovely deli lunch of salads and pate and cheese.  We then went off to Quai Branly, an ethnographic museum only to find our timed tickets were much later than we thought.  We looked at a lot of ethnographic stuff and then went into the exhibition on ‘golden thread’.  The trouble is our eyes have got blurred by the amount of cheap versions of what was there and it didn’t thrill us.  Interspersed were dresses made in gold by a contemporary designer, Guy Pell (I will check spelling later) whose work, such as the above, well, lacked subtlety.  

We popped back to the flat tea before going out to see an opera/staged concert done by a friend of hers Jeremy Sams with Damon Albarn. It was billed as a sequel to the Magic Flute.  Not that it really added very much. To my non opera ears the only pleasing voice was this chap in a mask who sounded more pop.  Of course when he removed the mask at the curtain call it was Damian Albarn.   We tried to find a late dinner but nothing was open so we went back for a repeat meal of lunch.