He scandalized Parisians. It amuses the tourists. It offers its square with acrobats. It offers its library to students. This same library stretch its queue over tens of meters of sidewalk. It shows his insides, exposes its pipes, displays thousands of visitors who are agitated in its transparent tubes as many red blood cells. In his belly, it houses the portrait of his father. A president who died prematurely, Georges Pompidou. We love it or hate it (the center as the president, although the president, we have kept a distant memory). Finally, you get used to. It blends into the decor, carving a niche with its appendages multicolored stones Hausmannian hollow. Some call Beaubourg, in memory of the past, in memory of Beau Bourg village in the 11th century they do not even remember. Besides, at this time already, the village, in fact unhealthy, and was ironically named because it was frequented by the mire of the population, thieves, prostitutes, muggers ... But who has been able to mention the theory of cyclical history?
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