On my way to lunch I walked through the Art Elysees tents (yes, tents pleural, as I recall they started off with one pathetic short one but now have grown.)
For the most part, it's rather forgettable stuff, the likes of which the old Gehry/American Center in Bercy and Whitney Biennial drooled/s over but the Daniel Buren pillars (he of the pillars in the Palais Royale) and some fantastic Manhattan scenes were neat.
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