Last week I finished my Strasbourg posts on Tuesday, then on Wednesday, after doing some wandering, I had dinner with Jason, who I had met at the Ivy League event the previous week. We ate at Les Pâtes Vivantes on rue de Turbigo. I had walked past the restaurant many times but never thought of going in, perhaps because the idea of “living noodles” weirded me out a bit. Actually, the name reflects the fact that they make their noodles by hand. The food was quite good even though the service left a bit to be desired.
On Wednesday I visited the Petit Palace, approaching via the most beautiful bridge in Paris (quite possibly the world), the Pont Alexandre III.
The Petit Palais is little only in comparison to the Grand Palais, which is even grander.
The art works in the Petit Palais are in general less fabulous than those in the Louvre or the Musée d’Orsay, or various other Paris art galleries. Most are 19th and early 20th century realist paintings, which were left in the dust by impressionism, not to mention the even more radical artistic movements of the 20th century. I nevertheless found the collection interesting, and it was certainly value for money, since there’s no admission charge.
This painting of a homeless family is unfortunately as timely now as it was 135 years ago.
I’m always fond of Bonnard, and this little painting is no exception.
I’m also fond of cuddling, which is nicely evoked by this Rodin sculpture.