An afternoon at the Louvre

A80A7E22-3BFB-46ED-8571-91A4B42CC400

I have always had a love/hate relationship with the Louvre. On the one hand, it’s an undeniably magnificent collection in a beautiful building with such a remarkable history. On the other hand, the collection is so vast that I never manage to see more than 0.0001% of what they have on display. There are parts of the museum I have never yet ventured into and at the end of every visit, I retire defeated, certain that I could stay there for months, years even, and still not see everything. Perhaps I should find two friends and just run through the whole thing in record time like in Jean-Luc Godard’s Bande à Part.

To be fair, it was 16 years (!) since my last visit and returning there last December brought back nothing but happy memories. On a rainy winter’s afternoon, I decided to make my way to the famous pyramid entrance after killing time dodging puddles in the Tuileries before my timed ticket was valid. I needn’t have worried – to my astonishment, there was no queue at all to get in and I descended the familiar spiral staircase, happy to discover that everything was pretty much the same. Part of my trouble at the Louvre comes from the French Romantics – I can never resist going to those galleries first to see those vast canvases by Géricault, David, Delacroix and the rest, and end up spending far too long there but this at least time I avoided the crowds in front of the Mona Lisa after the disappointment of my first ever visit when I couldn’t believe that such a famous painting was so small and protected behind glass.

After that I only had the energy to visit the sumptuous Napoleon III apartments which made me want to have the rooms of my home decorated in red and gold and invest in a chandelier and fabulous plants. But I’m already planning my next visit to the Louvre when I won’t head straight for the French Romantics. Since my last visit, they have opened an Angélina’s close the Second Empire apartments where you can sit on chairs upholstered in gris montaigne and savour one of their ridiculously thick hot chocolates before trying to see another 1% of the Louvre’s collection instead of an indifferent coffee and a macaron at the regular café. I can’t wait.

1601D4A1-7BAF-4881-8DD2-345DF0BE26D4A783A4F1-9B2D-4E2A-A3B4-184382C1B69902D4A6AF-8245-4066-AF09-8D32909B1E32DCC6BA72-237D-43A8-AC2D-B27EBB50D54A4C223BA0-AC7C-49FD-B1DB-E6AA51F6C31A1CA997D8-F198-42AF-BBC9-A89180105E5C5CE0551E-8A6B-4A9D-927F-F99622843722F4C44B9B-96FB-41E6-AF16-160ED0996C45BA26ED2E-1542-4FB5-BE63-BEA05FA53C557CF298DB-971D-4216-98F8-61CE109B0A31166FBF34-CF8A-4B63-8E20-730695ECE536FE1AFB23-112F-404E-BCF7-02A111774F99CF8BF3FB-B66F-4809-9235-1DB80B45B11A31315BE6-AF68-4D03-9BBA-FBAEF149A630E260686A-181A-443B-AE3D-6E1E31547F2F8263CE5C-EAE3-4545-A8D3-F621D7A6EE41E466E59C-F826-4B3B-8E92-0B805BCAE77EF8883098-A73D-40BF-9CED-E96BB2ACE2027B6DD40C-81BB-4726-AEE8-789D43224538A45FC589-7970-450E-AECC-259D6C48F710BFF3AA97-9D2F-4B45-BC6D-6652744BBA2283837F6B-D202-4B7C-B3BD-CC43820124628C4F5BC5-B795-4150-AA55-6A33515516BE1E2519B9-516F-457D-B1E9-71463B7922AD4F4F1DB4-9130-4DE9-834F-141BC3BD491DF704566C-26C3-4EB2-8454-8D1320837CF24E25FA66-78D8-4EC7-B361-9EC1EB45180CE6D634B6-ABCF-417D-88A0-D7516F1269A1

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “An afternoon at the Louvre

  1. I remember spending the most time with the sculptures when I was there. I think Winged Victory is my favorite (it’s obviously unbelievably beautiful) though it doesn’t even have my favorite thing about marble sculptures- the eyes. There’s something so creepy and unsettling about the eyes on a marble sculpture, I just can’t look away.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s