Beauté le jour 5

With the sole exception of la Tour Montparnasse, every single, solitary, sight, smell and sound in Paris oozes with beauty.
But beauty is a subjective concept. When you arrive somewhere, you are automatically programmed to expect it.
The brain commences to build on the beauty of the previous sight, and the feeling is one of overwhelming awe.

So it was with "Les Deux Plateaux", known also as the "Colonnes de Buren", "Buren's Columns", in the cour d'honneur of the lovely Palais-Royal.

The phallic forecourt was novel and forceful.
There were large examples of them and smaller ones, to suit all tastes with not a flaccid example to be seen.
But Daniel Buren's expression, was lacking the beauty that I sought.

If beauty is a subjective concept, then one would be free to add the value of one's own thought processes.
Masculine art fails miserably without the injection of its antithesis.

There was an obvious and simple solution.
With the laughter and the pleasure of the lunch we had just shared, we stormed into the cour d'honneur and set about adding the loveliest form of beauty.
We couldn't fail, we had the tricolore - bleu, blanc, rouge, with us, but we also had a secret weapon.
This is how I will always remember the cour d'honneur of the lovely Palais-Royal.

Thank you Guille, you made my day - and my favourite photo. This is how I will remember Paris.
And thank you Michael for shooting it.