Islands of the Western Mediterranean travel blog

No photos with this posting as I deliberately did not take my camera.

Saw both Helen and Dallis off this morning and Jan was to leave around midday.

I left to go to Musee Marmottan which I'd wanted to see last time in Paris but it was closed on Monday. At least I knew where I was headed so off in slight rain got my train tickets, managed the transfer at St Lazarre and found my way out of La Muette metro stop into familiar territory.

Walking through the park in a slight drizzle there were groups of cubs doing various activities and they were still there three hours later so some sort of special day apparently.

Outside the museum there was a queue which seemed to be the slowest queue ever so edged along in the rain until in the shelter of the doorway an attendant was handing out plastic bags for umbrellas. Shuffled along again to buy a ticket . Still haven't worked out why it took so long.

The museum is housed in a building which originally was a hunting lodge and is furnished with pieces from the Empire and Restoration periods some containing works of Impressionists but there is one area devoted to the collection of Monet works given by his son and another are of Medieval illuminated manuscripts, kept in low light but absolutely exquisite. Another room features work by Berthe Morisot, again a collection donated by family

The special exhibition at the moment shows the development of French art through Impressionism, Neo- Impressionism, the Port-Aven group which included Gauguin and ends with Fauves.

Three hours later, having appreciated the audio guide, I made my way to find some lunch and decided I could manage another museum so set off for Quai Branly and the Jaques Chirac Museum I visited with Louise and Kyle more than ten years ago.

Another queue, this time for a security check at the first gate, something that didn't happen on my first visit then a surprise as the garden has grown enormously and makes entry seem like going into a totally different place from the usual Paris.

Next surprise as I looked at the row of ticket machines was a young attendant who approached me to say that today it is free and there were certainly many people taking advantage.

The special exhibition here was on Madagascar, fortunately with English translation of the major signage and most of the films showing had English subtitles.

To get to the Collections there is a long spiral ramp winding around the central core in which are displayed musical instruments collected from many countries. Reaching the top I decided to explore the Oceania section which includes a collection of bark paintings, dot paintings and totem from Australia. By that time my legs were saying home but as I approached the stairs to go down an attendant stopped me and finding my language was English called another attendant who showed me to the lift and how to press the 0 button adamant that I was not to walk down the stairs. I must have looked tired.

Back on the Metro with no problems so have enjoyed an hour on my bed with feet up so will now venture out to find some dinner.

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