On
Saturday we set out to the Louvre and the D’Orsay. The Louvre has the most magnificent architecture and such a
wealth of beautiful art to see. It
is absolutely enormous to the point that it is overwhelming, so we really had
to pick and choose what we saw. We
saw a lot of sculpture and some brilliant paintings, and of course Leonardo Da
Vinci’s Mona Lisa. I had heard
that it is really small and disappointing, but I disagree with that
entirely. It’s not large but it is
certainly not small. Of course, it
was jam-packed but the advantage of being small is that I could push right through
and stand in the front. It was an
awesome experience to have such a famous painting right in front of my eyes. After the Louvre we went to the Musee
d’Orsay, which housed in an old train station and contains the finest
collection of impressionist art in the entire world. I preferred the structure of the Louvre to that of the
d’Orsay but I liked the paintings within the d’Orsay more. I love the Impressionist movement
because I’m an outdoorsy girl and impressionist artwork depicts nature and
people enjoying themselves in the outdoors. I’ve seen so much beautiful artwork in Europe and I
certainly appreciate it, but so many paintings I’ve seen reflect religious
settings. I enjoy seeing paintings
like that because they show what was important during the periods in which they
were painted, but I don't personally relate to them. So the works of Millet, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Claudel,
Rodin, Sisley, Pissarro, van Gogh, and Courbet were more my cup of tea. I was so excited to see the works of my
favorite artists Monet, van Gogh, and Renior.
In most museums you are allowed to take photos without flash except in certain exhibits. There was one exhibit where it said to not take photos but everybody was anyway, mostly on their iphones. I decided to be a little bit of a rebel and take some on my camera. A man who works at the museum came up to me and started yelling at me in French and I had no idea what he was saying but assumed he was saying I can’t take photos so I put my camera away. Then he continued to yell at me and flail his arms! It was stressful because I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Finally, Trisha said maybe he was saying that I had to delete the pictures. I took out my camera and deleted a couple of the pictures that I took from that room and then he came behind me and stood over my shoulder and kept yelling something which I assume meant “delete again” or “more” or something along those lines. It was incredibly rude and he was making a huge scene. I deleted about 15 pictures until there was a blurry one and I told him that it was the last one, pulled away and put my camera in its case. It really put a bad taste in my mouth but I refused to let it ruin my d’Orsay experience. I know that he was treating me like that because I am American, because he didn’t make anyone else delete their photos and there’s no way that he didn’t see anyone else taking taking them.
In most museums you are allowed to take photos without flash except in certain exhibits. There was one exhibit where it said to not take photos but everybody was anyway, mostly on their iphones. I decided to be a little bit of a rebel and take some on my camera. A man who works at the museum came up to me and started yelling at me in French and I had no idea what he was saying but assumed he was saying I can’t take photos so I put my camera away. Then he continued to yell at me and flail his arms! It was stressful because I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Finally, Trisha said maybe he was saying that I had to delete the pictures. I took out my camera and deleted a couple of the pictures that I took from that room and then he came behind me and stood over my shoulder and kept yelling something which I assume meant “delete again” or “more” or something along those lines. It was incredibly rude and he was making a huge scene. I deleted about 15 pictures until there was a blurry one and I told him that it was the last one, pulled away and put my camera in its case. It really put a bad taste in my mouth but I refused to let it ruin my d’Orsay experience. I know that he was treating me like that because I am American, because he didn’t make anyone else delete their photos and there’s no way that he didn’t see anyone else taking taking them.
After the museums we stopped for a
snack and I had the most delicious ice-cream cone of my life. It had nutella in it, strawberries, a
scoop of raspberry sorbet, and whipped cream on top. After our yummy snack we went over to Notre Dame. If you climb to the top you can see a
gorgeous view of the city but it was pouring so we didn’t do that. Instead, we walked in and saw a service
which was really cool. Of course I
couldn’t understand anything they were saying but it was a really moving
experience.
The following day we went to
Versailles, which I can barely begin to describe, as its ornate beauty is
unparalled to any site I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Versailles is surrounded by golden
gates which set the tone of luxury from the very beginning. Every room is so unique and rich in
color and architecture. We also
went to the apartments which were AMAZING. The fact that people actually lived in such a beautiful,
grandiose place is mind-boggling.
The one downside there was that there was another person who was rude to us. A woman at the apartments kept yelling
at Trisha and I in French and pointing to her watch to tell us that we didn’t
have a lot of time left but we knew that and I was getting frustrated that people were treating us so unkindly. After we saw the apartments
we walked through the gardens, which I’m sure are beautiful when it’s not
pouring out.
That night we went and got a
delicious dinner and went to bed early so that we could wake up and climb up
the Eiffel Tower. On our way there
I was absolutely freezing so I stopped to buy a beret and a scarf and then got
a free mini Eiffel tower! Like I
said, we walked up and it was quite a workout! We climbed all the way up to the second floor and saw
amazing views of the city. Right
after that, Trisha had to catch her flight so I did a little exploring on my
own. I went across the city to the
Saint Chapel, a tiny chapel with two floors. Literally everything in there is stained glass, and it is so
charming and beautiful. I got lost
on my way back to the metro so I asked a woman for directions and she walked me
there. She spoke English and was
so kind, telling me how much she wants to visit New York one day. It was refreshing to be treated kindly
by a Parisian after having been talked to so nastily in the days prior. She got me to the subway and I finally
found home, packed up my stuff, and headed to the airport.
I had a wonderful weekend in Paris
and really loved the city, but it made me happy that I was studying in
Spain. I hated not being able to
speak the language and felt like a jerk every time I would speak to someone in
English. Paris is beautiful, but
it doesn’t have the laid-back and friendly nature that Seville does. Everything is so absurdly expensive as
well, like 15 euros for a salad or a bowl of pasta. I’m so glad I visited though, and it is a place I’d love to
go back to at some point in my life.
Thanks for reading.
Au Reviour! (One of the few words I
know in French)
Elyssa
