Paris: Part One

 LOUVRE

Art and I have a love/hate relationship.  I love art because I can express myself freely and it'll never be judged as wrong.  I hate art because I can't express myself freely enough and I'm always seeking perfection in something that I believe will never be perfect.  So when I walked into the Louvre, it was like being hit with an overwhelming ton of art bricks.  This is one of the few spectacular places in the world that houses perfection.  Marble statues, hand painted pottery, and walls filled with oil paintings that until now, I had only seen in text books.

So what did I really think of the Louvre?  It was amazing in an "I'm never coming here again" kind of way.  Four GIANT floors of collections that range from kitchenware antiques to Da Vinci's Monet Lisa painting, combined with thousands upon thousands of tourists in every kind of group imaginable, and you've got the perfect recipe to one of my infamous "I'm over it" hissy fits.  Evidently, as much as I love Greek sculptures and Egyptian artifacts, for my sanity (as well as for my husband's) we should have skipped all of it and just gone straight to the paintings.....

Otherwise the day was perfect, the museum was perfect and now I can say that I've seen the most art that any one person can see in less then three hours.