Vincent

We had nothing planned on Monday so we enjoyed a lazy morning in the apartment before jumping on a metro and heading across the river to a light installation show thing on Vincent van Gogh. This was something Teneille had found before leaving Australia and we left it as 'thing to do' item on our list when we didn't have much else on.

The show was at a place called Atelier des Lumières which I think is French for big, dark warehouse with lots of lights. The show itself only went for a about half-an-hour and involved orchestral music being played inside the huge space as hundreds of projectors covered the walls and floor with van Gogh's works.

The letters to his brother and friends.

The music and the works told the story of the artist's turbulent life, with the art projected onto the walls slightly animated. You simply found somewhere to stand, sit or walk through the space as the show played out and stared daggers at people with no spatial awareness who stood right in front of the wall you were viewing.

The show was good, but I think I had expected more after the immersive van Gogh exhibition we had visited in Sydney a year or so ago. Regardless, you can't go past Don McLean for the title of today's blog.

We made our way back to the apartment after the show and headed to a small Italian restaurant nearby where we met Eddie for a goodbye dinner. He was flying home on Tuesday so we drank wine and ate pizza (yes, no onion soup for Teneille to everyone's shock) and said our goodbyes.

We have early starts the next two days and A LOT of walking. Teneille is super excited for Tuesday. Not sure why. Until then, au revoir.