Today I visited the Musée des Beaux-Arts together with Man and Daughter. There was a lovely exhibition on Georges Braques and his contemporaries, such as Miró. They often visited a town by the sea, not too far away from Rouen. This group of artists influenced each other in many ways and you can see that in their paintings. I like it that I’ve come to an age that I’ve seen enough paintings to be able to see the cross pollination between artists.

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It was only a short exhibition, so within an hour we were outside again. Rouen is not a city built for young children, so I was very happy to have spotted a play ground in front of the museum. I sat down on a bench while Man taught Daughter how to claim her space between French toddlers who were clearly not educated on playground rules yet.

After lunch we headed back to our hotel, but not before Daughter requested to stop and listen to a wonderful quartet playing jazzy stuff in front of the Notre Dame. She has good taste.

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Tomorrow we’re headed for our next stop further south. I’m glad we can leave this town. It’s OK, but not exciting. As most of French towns, it’s not kids friendly. The exciting things to do for kids according to the brochures are mostly about watching animals and are located outside Rouen. Boring, is how Daughter summarised it today. Coming from a girl who normally loves to visit downtown Amersfoort and request to eat at a ‘restaulantje’, that tells a lot.