A lovely trip in happier travel times to Paris. A bubble blower at the Pompidou Centre, one of my most favourite places on the whole planet. Not just because of its quirky inside outness, it was here some time in the very early 80s that I decided I probably wanted to be a librarian. They had (and presumably still do) the most wonderful library in there where I would spend hours. And of course some great modern art. A postmodern architectural classic.
In honour of Sir Richard Rogers who died at the weekend.
