In my recent post on the Metz Pompidou Centre, I mentioned Mark Kingwell's meditations on cities and architecture, particularly his thoughts on thresholds. I suspect Kingwell would have something to say about the location of the Pompidou Centre just outside the city proper, a slightly unpleasant walk from the train station along a roadway, backs to the town. In this location, the building contrasts sharply with "the other" Pompidou Centre, audaciously planted in the heart of Paris' Beaubourg neighbourhood.
Within the daily walking patterns of Metz citizenry are many wonderful examples of centuries and centuries worth of ambitious building, and I've already posted about some of these here, here, here, and here. So many, apparently, that this ruin of a centuries-old church in the Old City (not far from the Opera House) has become a backdrop for children's play, a crumbling toward the earth even as the earth's vegetation reaches out to engulf it.