No Man's Land

I went to the French Embassy yesterday. Not because I am French, though I am called Marc. Nor did I want to practice my piss poor schoolboy language skills with a "Bonjour, pour aller l'exhibition?" No, I was there for art, darling.

They're going to knock it down, you see, so they've given it over to a number of Japanese and French artists. It's a full on two hour wander around the building, ducking in and out of rooms. It's 100 yen, so basically all but free in, with proper real artists exhibiting.

There was a bad point: a million middle-aged women shouting at the top of their voices at each other. What makes some post-menopausal women in Japan need to converse at ten decibels louder than even American tourists? Honestly! And it was inane babble, as in utter bollocks.

Regardless of harridans, you should go there. Highlights are Korean photographer, J.Jo, Christophe Valery and a lovely girl who makes tartan paintings but whose name I forgot. Anyway, it's near Hiroo station but head down toward Tengenjibashi on Meiji Dori and you'll be on the right track. It was a grand afternoon.