Until January 9th next year, I imagine the 6th floor at the Centre George Pompidou would be packed with the admirers of Edvard Munch. As that was the case on my last visit. I was positively hoping to see the scream, and its different versions. But even with the absent of this most famous painting I feel so much consumed by his dramatic way of explaining everything. I personally adore the versions of the sick child, the vampire, and the immense series of the crying girl. My favorite, thank's to the pallette, is the Avenue in the Snow. Despite of the topics he is interested in: the dramas, the bloody images and the tragedies, this impressionnist artist never stops seeing beautiful colors. Bravo!