Just a couple of days after getting back from Paris, it was time to hop on yet another train, but this time going north, to York, and hang out with our ex- London friends who now live there. Even though it's sad when friends move away, it's nice to be able to discover a new place, and to spend more concentrated time together. Last year when we were there in October it was really cold, so it was nice to be there in spring this time.
I love S & P's home; it has such a great vibe, and is very pleasing on the eye, even when you've got someone aiming a Nerf gun at you.
Looking forward to the next time we hop on a train and head up there again!
Finally I think I've reached the end of my Paris pics from April. I took these from the top floor of Musée des Arts Decoratifs. Love how the Eiffel tower just fitted in perfectly like that. Au revoir Paris, you were effing brilliant. Bisous.
We were lucky to catch the Ren Hang exhibition at MEP. I didn't know anything about him, but from just having a quick look at the gallery website, before our trip, I knew we HAD TO go. His pictures are something else. So clean and graphic (some very graphic), shot with a point and shoot nothing fancy compact film camera on regular Fujicolour 200. Seeing how he worked, usually in his tiny bedroom, and more or less winging it during shoots was fascinating. You can see for yourself here.
We also made it to the Gio Ponti exhibition at the Musee des Arts Decoratifs on our last day. Same thing here, didn't know much about him, but came away with huge respect for his talent and productivity. He designed buildings, furniture, ceramics, silverware, and interiors amongst other things, as well as sending really cool letters to friends and family (2nd from last picture). He truly was a jack of all trades - master of all. Respect.
Some of my Paris research. I like to be organised, but I wasn't super rigid with where we went. Just some definite places to head for, and then seeing where that in turn would take us.
Like seeing little secret courtyards, and quiet morning streets.
It's interesting how Paris is so steeped in history; ridiculously formal and beautiful in places, and rough and ready in others. The local street art scene helps keeping the city from feeling like a staid museum.
And you always have to look up, or you'll miss trees and birds and hangry signs.
These last three are from Jardins des Tuileriers, where we had our last lunch before we headed home on our trains. So strange to see spring here now, when IRL we're speeding towards autumn! I'll be back soon with more. This delay in blogging effects my picture taking - I don't carry my camera with me anymore, and I feel sad about that. Sigh.