I’m bummed to report that our fourth day in Paris got off to a kinda rocky start, in that we all slept in until, like, 10:30AM… 😔 Since my brother and I get free entry to all the national museums and monuments, we decided we’d sleep in a little more (this sounds like a reasonable decision which we considered carefully, but in reality it was just our mom saying, “Hey, get up ya lazy heads! We need to get to the Louvre!” and us rolling over, mumbling “No, you go, we sleep,” and pulling our blankets over our heads until they left), so my brother Ken and I left the house at noon. Whoops! This did, however, give us the opportunity to have a nice, relaxed brunch at a restaurant close to our Airbnb.
I got a nice ol’ homemade lasagna, which Ken side-eyed me about because “we are in France, and you’re getting Italian food?”, and he got a croque madame, runny egg yolk and all.
This sign was interesting to me, because – aside from the aesthetically pleasing ‘could be found behind a Madewell denim bar’ factor – it could be taken either way. Do you feel good and then look great? Or do you look great and then feel good? IDK! UDK! EverybodyDK!
Above is the face of a very happy art museum lovin’ gal who gets to go to the Louvre for the first time!!!!
We had a little trouble finding the entrance to the museum itself, which was really, really dumb in hindsight. There was a long line of people, so we assumed that was the entrance and blindly followed them and got in line, only to be told by a nice employee that if we were looking for the entrance to the museum, we were in the wrong place, and we were queuing for a special exhibition.
This guy holding that cat is me and my cats. Is there ever going to be a post on this blog where I don’t mention my cats at least once? I don’t think so. That’s not the kinda blog I want to have and to hold, tbh.
Because our day got started so late, we followed our Lonely Planet guidebook around the Louvre – they had a little 3.5-hour long tour of the highlights plus a few extras, so I gave my brother the book and a map and told him to lead me onwards! This was good, because he hates art/art museums, so in giving him something to do, I was staving off his “Maxine, I’m boooooored” whines for a little bit. The only problem was when we had to ask for directions, as in the case of finding this staircase, and I knew how to ask for help, but I didn’t know what they said in their reply until the seventh time they repeated it.
This ceiling is the museum’s latest commission by Cy Twombly! I think he’s one of three artists who were invited by the museum to do something for them, but don’t quote me on that. The circles might be planets, and the Greek words are all the ancient Greek philosophers, while the room is a room of Greek artifacts, which feels like a thing coming full circle on this ball of earth we call home.
This sculpture was straight up unreal. The movement and momentum in it – damn.
The fabled Mona Lisa, and the crowds of everyone clamoring to get a look up close and/or take a selfie with it. I’ve heard and read a lot of stuff about how it’s very underwhelming after it’s been blown up to gargantuan proportions in our cultural vernacular, and while I can see why that’s true in terms of physical size, I don’t think it’s true for anything else at all. You stare at it and you have to just kind of quiet yourself (or at least, that’s what I did) while you stare at her, and then it clicks in your head – that’s it. That’s why it’s the most famous painting. Never mind that it’s not your personal favorite, or that the colors aren’t as vibrant and happy as you’d like for your bathroom wall, it’s got a je ne sais quoi, as the French expression goes.
People in the shot provided for scale. This lady’s fuckin’ huge!!! My brother and I have an ongoing joke whenever we see a really big sculpture where we pretend to be the sculptor and a friend of the sculptur, and we have this conversation:
“So, what’d you do at work today?”
“Oh, you know. The wrinkles on the big toe are coming along nicely.”
And then we laugh!
I did this, but my brother took the fall for it and was chastised by a gift shop employee… 😬
The decor in this store was sooooo gooooooood. Dream job (yet another one): the person who tells people to put flowers on a mannequin’s head and pom pom’s on bags.
Above is the look of a kinda clumsy girl who is not the best at balancing and just got on top of the box without flashing everyone around her. She may or may not have been wearing embarrassing Minion branded underwear that was meant for kids and not 20-year-old young women. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
By the time I post this the 23rd of April date will have come and gone, and the 7th of May date will be fast approaching. Man oh man, let’s hope France doesn’t fuck up monumentally – learn from the UK and the US elections! Look how badly things are going for us!! There’s a great Last Week Tonight with John Oliver segment on how, in the time-honored tradition of French people feeling superior to British and American people, they should take this opportunity to have bragging rights for the next however-many-years the UK/US continue fucking things up, and while it made me choke on my rice laughing, it is also hashtag TRU.
The newly discovered HEMA now ties with Muji for my favorite store that sells stationery. Just puttin’ that out there. I love it!! Who the fuck sells wax seals anymore?! They do! And thank god they do! Because I bought one! Ah!!!
Paying for some very expensive madeleines, with the reasoning that we the two baguettes we just bought for 2€ are making up for it. (They weren’t that good, for the record. Like, they were good, but not so good it justified spending 3€ a pop on them…)
Our French meal of baguettes and cheese and ham! It is possible this is not a real French meal and just something I think is French and so delight in, but, I mean, ah well.
And the bed + table where I bullet journalled the night away until midnight… And that brings us to the end of Day 4!