Musée Picasso closed five years and racked up millions of euros of debt only to reopen as a series of climatised rooms with pictures in it, some good- Massacre in Korea- some bad- Verre, Homme à la pipe attablé. I visited with this New York Times article in the back of my mind. It suggests staring at a painting 20 minutes to three hours for increased well-being, but there was no "flourishing" for me today.
Over 5,000 Cubist works, including sketches, personal correspondence, and sculptures (see Tête de taureau, above) are curated by theme in Hôtel Salé, the beautiful 17th century Baroque residence of Philippe Aubert. I'm purposely not going to explain who that is, because it's very Parisian to name-drop an obscure Louis XIV-era financier and act like everyone should recognize him immediately. Musée Picasso features a wrought-iron staircase modeled after Michelangelo's design, and was a bronze factory and storage facility before becoming a museum in 1985. It was also supposed to re-open three years ago, back when "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" was on TV.
I may not understand the art world, but the Picasso museum does explain why our landlord still hasn't fixed the towel warmer that was broken when we moved in, or why I play cat-and-mouse with French delivery services for weeks before receiving a package, or why it takes three hours to return something at Carrefour, even when I'm the only person in-store. Vive la France! Click here to preview the collection.