A few weeks ago I had the unprecedented pleasure of spending a spontaneous weekend in Paris. Here is the second in a series of three (very) loosely chronological reflections.
Why the second and not the first, you ask? Well, the first one isn’t ready yet, because I actually wrote it second. Never mind. Just read.
I went to one of the most famous art galleries in the world today. I saw one of the most famous paintings in the world. It moved me not.
It was terribly exciting to get off the metro and follow the signs to the Louvre. It was exciting to walk past the gallery bookstore and approach the gallery information desk. It was exciting to buy my ticket, and stand under the famous pyramid, and plan my route to the Mona Lisa.