ok, time for some more Proust. As you may remember, i'm listening to A La Recherche du Temps Perdu while i'm working, so i recently made another little Proust pilgrimage to the Musee Carnavalet to see the great writer's bedroom. Not actually his bedroom, but a recreation of it with some of his original possessions and furniture. As you may know his bedroom was lined with cork as he was very sensitive to sound. The building were Proust lived no longer stands but there is a plaque on the building at the location, so at least you can be in his neighbourhood.
And here is some Parisian dust. This seemed abit disrespectful to Proust. My next art piece may be called "lint of Paris".
After soaking up all that Proustian dust i took a few steps down the hall to what is one of my favorite places here, the reinstalled Hotel Wendell Ballroom, whose walls were painted in 1925 by José-Maria Sert. The walls and ceiling present a continuous scene that is absolutely stunning. The room is quite dark so apologies for the bad photos. And yet another selfie.