Day Sixteen of Twenty.
We woke up later than we should have but our bodies needed the sleep. I had soaked in our fabulous hotel bathtub the night before so I was feeling especially wonderful. Even my feet weren’t throbbing. However, there was no sun to be found… just lots of clouds and rain.
We decided since it was raining to get a Museum Pass and hit the museums and monuments the first two days, leaving shopping for Saturday. After paying over 4 euros for a coffee,
almost getting swindled with a ring, getting lost, getting wet, and having to pee… we arrived at the Louvre. It was magnificent. Can you imagine that someone actually lived here? This was their home, with gardens in front and the Seine to the left? And statues everywhere! I went photo crazy and we weren’t even inside yet.
Ruby had something against the Louvre (that I didn’t understand until we’d been there for over 2 hours and hadn’t even scratched the surface). The place is CHOCK-FULL of art, sculptures, bits of ancient rock, and probably a few baby daddies. After seeing Napoleon’s Apartments, and enough portraits of dead rich people and their dead rabbits, we decided to hit the Mona Lisa and other famous things.
I don’t really know what the fuss was all about. It’s a lady on a sheet of paper. Who cares why she’s smiling. Yet there was a guard and a crowd like it was Brangelina.
Lining up to see the most famous painting in the world.
We were wet, tired, and hungry, so we left and went back to the hotel. Why does it smell like feet?!? I thought it was Ruby’s wet socks. Nope. It’s our Camembert. Delicious nonetheless. We ate it with tomatoes, lettuce, and more olives. We also found a corkscrew at the Monoprix so we could finally drink that 2.24 euro bottle of wine. It was fabulous!!!
Full and fed, we hit the Centre Pompidou, which is mostly new art. I saw a Picasso. Didn’t get it. The Dali was interesting. I found a few favorites.
However, I found the most interesting to be the women artists. I liked the idea that since they were women (and stereotypically thought to be lesser than male artists) that they could just do whatever they wanted because, well, they were women. There are was daring, shocking, and even interactive.
By nightfall, we were tired but in a good mood. Paris had that effect…. it was lovelah.
Day Sixteen of Twenty. Musee Du Louvre. Centre Pompidou. Bring it on.