A friend convinced me that I had to see a show of Picasso being held in the Grand Palais before it closed in two days. I am not a fan of Picasso. I don’t like art that takes pieces of objects and then puts them back together in strange shapes but my friend told me that this art exhibit was being written about all over the world and that it was very important in the art world and that we should take advantage of the fact that it was in Paris. She convinced me. There was just one problem. Because it was so famous and because it was at the end of the exhibit the Grand Palais was staying open 24 hours a day for three days. She decided that if we showed up at six in the morning that there wouldn’t be the hours long line to get in. So I met her there after dragging myself out of bed one very cold morning before the sun came up with the temperatures in the thirties and a brisk wind blowing. And it turned out that many people had the same idea. We saw a photo in a Paris paper later showing people in line at 2AM, in fact. An hour and a half later we were inside fighting the crowds, getting a look at the exhibit. It was interesting to see the paintings of Picasso and how he developed as an artist-except for his nudes, I really don’t like them- but I enjoyed the paintings by masters that he had studied and used for stimulation and inspiration, such as Manet or Goya.