Colour-coded pipes!

The Centre Pompidou. Each colour is a different kind of system, but I don't remember which is which so I'm just going to make it up. The blue is water, red is gas, white is air, and green is...grass?

Curtain call at the Nut-Cracker. It was SO amazing that all I want to do now is become a Ballarina...its not too late..right?

I really wonder if ballarinas are taught how to bow after a performance because this one did it really well. She got right down onto the floor and then got back up again, all so gracefully.

This is the entrance to Versaille, the castle built by one of the Louis. I think it was Louis the XIV or maybe the XV...I really can't keep them all straight. I don't understand why they kept naming their kings Louis..seriously, get these people a name book!
The ceiling in one of the King's reception rooms. Apparently its the largest painting ever created. It was quite impressive.

This crappy picture is actually from Versaille. Its the Hall of Battles, but I think I had the flash on because it didn't turn out too great. But you can tell by the skylight at the top how long the room is. Both sides of the hall are adorned with pictures of all the many battles that France too part in from basically the begining of time. A lot of violence in these pictures. Such a male ego thing.
One of Rodin's heros was Victor Hugo, so it isn't surprising that many of his works included the famed author. I think that he actually had a bit of a friend-crush on the guy. Just my opinion though! This is Hugo with a nymph or something wispering in his ear. Apparently she is his conscious/inspiration. I really loved this piece.

This is a picture of the Rodin Museum from the end of the sculpture garden. Who wouldn't love to live here! I completely forget the name of this sculpture, but I thought that it was absolutely beautiful. One thing that I did notice about Rodin's pieces was that there was a lot of passionate embrasses going on. It made me wonder if his life was this passionate. Then I saw his picture and decided to stop thinking about it.This is a small replica of Rodin's 'The Kiss'. It is such an intimate thing that I felt like a voyeur looking at the sculpture. Its so beautiful though and I can only hope that one day I will have a relationship where my man is comfortable enough to grab me in such a passionate embrace and then grab my butt.
Rodin's 'The Thinker'...I wonder what he is thinking about? Perhaps he is thinking about his long lost love, or perhaps the answer to the age old question, "how much wood could a woodchuk chuk if a woodchuck could chuk wood?". Or maybe he's just constipated and hes just concentrating really hard on becoming unconstipated.