Yesterday we made it over to the big Richard Avedon retrospective at the Jeu de Paume. It's an extraordinary show covering his fashion work in Paris in the '40s and '50s, portraits of the famous from the '60s and '70s, as well as his American West series with portraits of oil rig workers, waitresses, carnies, miners and cowboys treated just as he treated the movers and shakers of 1975 Washington in another series. The panoramic portrait of the members of Andy Warhol's Factory, clothed and naked, was spectacular too.
It was a gorgeous day so we walked over to the Left Bank to hang out for a while in the garden of the Rodin Museum. I've never been very moved by his sculpture, but what a lovely setting!
Our friend Lisa managed to avoid the threatening Alitalia strike and made her flight from Florence to meet us and Lori for dinner at Christophe in the Latin Quarter, a restaurant that is being touted as the first step in a new young chef's rise to certain fame. It's a barebones place with one waitress and the food was mostly quite good, although the melon gaspacho wasn't a success and the tomato salad not very exciting. Not exactly a launching pad for three Michelin stars, but you never know.