If you can manage to attend a new exhibit the day it opens, you're always ahead of the game.
I raced to the new Odilon Redon expo at the Grand Palais the day I was catching the overnight train to Venice.
It's not so crowded the first day - people are waiting for the reviews.
The entry floor was full of Redon's dark, moody etchings and chalk drawings.
But downstairs was full on technicolor Redon. 
His mysterious fleurs et tetes/heads.
Redon's mastery of pastel is right up there with Degas.
One of my favorite Redons - this seashell. It's a shock to see a painting in the flesh when you've seen too many reproductions.
There were sheets and sheets of floral drawings.
This floral embroidered chair.
Redon's bouquets are delicieux.
You leave a Redon exhibit in a trance-like state.
Outside Redon fleurs rouges at the Grand Palais.
Redon heads along the Champs-Elysees.
This barquette of fig, apricot, tomate cerise looks like edible flowers. 
I went home and set up my own 'Redon' - yet to be painted.
Perhaps today?
BONJOUR REDON!
