Our last day in Paris was enjoyable, but tinged with regret at leaving. We went to the Pompidou Center to the Museum of Modern Art. On the plaza outside we saw a woman playing a digeridoo and the three men in the photo playing instruments and doing Mongolian throat singing. It was almost as if they had dropped down from another planet - or another century - and the sound was oddly compelling.
The permanent collection at the Pompidou was great and lunch (steak for me, seafood salad for the co-diner) enjoyable.
We wandered around Ile St. Louis, and the Marais, then stopped for a last gelato at Amorino. Already we're planning our next trip back.