A large, plexiglass tunnel climbs the exterior of the Centre Georges Pompidou. Inside this transparent cylinder, visitors ride the escalators up and down six floors to visit the libraries, restaurants and various galleries housed in this enormous building.
The view of the city, including the Notre Dame and the Tour Eifel, is a nice one, especially from the upper floors.
For art enthusiasts familiar with the man who once filled a limo with cauliflowers, the Dali exhibition was fairly predictable. Nevertheless, it was more or less what I was looking for: a few familiar favourites (ie. the melting clocks, on loan from New York's MOMA for the exhibition) and some new material I had read or heard about, but not yet seen with my own eyes (i.e. Dali's twist on Millet's "Angelus", the original -- Millet's work -- which hangs, ironically, in the Louvre).
There was also a rather detailed pencil sketch which intrigued me.
The boys had been keen for one final Eifel Tower visit ("to see it in the dark, mommy"), but after they were stuffed with crepes, they agreed that it might be wise to turn in... the alarm tomorrow morning rings at 6:30 a.m. local time!