The next day we still had a day of museum pass to use. We had been intending staying another night, but we had been called back to Milly by Hilary who was missing us and almost tearful on the phone when we chatted. It was another very chilly and damp day so we didn't feel like doing a lot outside, but we walked down to the river and across to Sainte Chapelle on the island, and looked inside there. The stained glass is beautiful, it says it is best to view in the sunshine but that was a dream. Despite this, it was still delightful.

Virtually next door was the Concierge, now it is used as a gallery (or there was an exhibition on there when we visited). It was a modern exhibition with things to do with animals and their interaction with humans. Some very weird things, some interesting and some just plain odd and one or two disgusting. The most disgusting was a large white swirly arrangement of netting which contained live blow flies!!! Well most of them were alive but there were piles of dead ones too. How does that figure?? Gross is all I can say. The building was a palace in the first instance but later became a prison, it was here during the French Revolution that Marie Antoinette spent her last 3 months of life before being taken to the Place du Concorde where she was guillotined. One the cells was made up in the manner her room would have been, apparently quite posh by the standards of the day, but not palatial as she would have been used to. The whole area was a little unpleasant however, with displays about the various imaginative ways you could torture and kill people. Not nice reading.

The next stop was the George Pompidou Centre which is famed as much for the building as the collections it's art galleries hold. The building is one of those first, "industrial designs" with all the workings (and usually innards) exposed for people to see, and therefore as part of the design/visual appeal.

We headed back to the Hotel and retrieved our bags as we were tired out from all those museums and galleries. Slowly we made our way to the metro station which would take us to our station to get back to Boutinay and then Milly. We got back and the truck was sitting where and as we had left it (thankfully), we had been a little worried as we had seen a sign outside the car-park which implied you weren't allowed to stay overnight, even though it was the railway station car-park. As we supposed, it wasn't an issue, people must park there overnight all the time when they catch trains elsewhere.