caves of all kinds

so finally i've sucked it up, come around to posting some pictures and let you know what's going on across the ocean. - warning - no scenic photos, yet.

so we went to Mad Vicky's, a supposed tea house, but really just a teensy little gallery owned by the girls from Coco Rosie.  some little art of the wall, a crocheted wolf-head mount, and a rainbow tent that made us feel like little kids.

this was at the centre pompidou.  I can't remember who it was by. i want to say dubuffet, but that seems wrong, even at the time the artist seemed like a strange person for the piece.  but it was great.  like a drawing of an abstract ice cave, but all around you.

and, of course, bones. lots and lots of bones. we went to the catacombs which was interesting/strange/oddly fascinating. seriously, more bones than you've probably ever imagined. meticulously piled.

oh, this is all kind of vague and boring so far, but it's mostly been seeing lots of art thus far (and my newfound love of Francis Alys), eating astoundingly yummy yogurt, and contemplating the limits of vegetarianism in France.  Everyone has been amazingly nice, although being here makes me feel completely language-incompetent every time i open my mouth. i feel like my tongue gets twisted around in the wrong ways so everything is garbled.

(p.s. skype wins my heart right now. sign up and talk to me.)