Susie and I visited the newly renovated and enlarged Picasso Museum today. The museum is housed in a lovely old building that has been extensively refurbished, enlarged, and brought up to 2015 standards. Some years ago, we visited the old Picasso Museum, on the same spot. Now, I am not much for the visual arts, but there was one moment from that earlier visit that has stayed with me. As we made our way through the rabbit warren of rooms, the walls crammed with Picasso's works, we took a turn into yet another room and there, on the wall, was a startling painting of Picasso's son, Paul, dressed in traditional Pierrot costume. The smock sparkled with a blinding absolute white that jumped off the canvas at me. I can only recall one other art museum experience that has affected me as deeply [coming upon Frans Hals' painting, The Laughing Bohemienne, on a side wall in the Louvre, just hanging among many other paintings as though it was nothing special.]
Here is the painting I saw in the old Picasso Museum:
On the second floor of the Picasso Museum [the premier etage, as they call it here], I found Picasso's painting of his son as a harlequin. I asked one of the many museum guides standing about where the Pierrot canvas was, and she said it was in the basement -- not enough room. I was very seriously bummed.
But the café was nice.