For future reference, the Louvre is closed at random on a Tuesday, so Wednesday morning found us in front of the great pyramid.
I knew it was a bad idea. Four euros for a bottle of wine. I should have left it in the room. I wanted to leave it in the room, but it wasn’t to be. In the Louvre basement waiting in line, my bag fell and immediately the deep red liquid puddled on the floor.
I rushed to the bathroom and scooped out wine and glass into the bin.
My camera, thank God, is waterproof, and my journal was inside a plastic cover. My phone was in a pocket… but my iPod screen looks like a lava lamp. Not ideal. I’ll give it some time to see if it dries out, but I think it’s gone to iPod heaven.
My Louvre experience was of a crazy Polish lady bopping me on the head and million camera-wielding strangelings crushing into a room (again) to see the teeny tiny Mona Lisa.
Maybe it’s that I don’t have enough appreciation for classical art,
or maybe I just don’t see what the big deal is. Sure, she’s nice, but
people run through the museum ignoring everything but her and the
Venus de Milo and I wonder if they actually see anything at all