There is so much to see and do in Paris. When contemplating music I’ll use to accompany my photo montage, there was only one song that fully captured my thoughts on Paris…
I’m wide awake
Every hair on my body
Has got a thing for this place
Oh, empty my heart
I’ve got to make room for this feeling
It’s so much bigger than meIt couldn’t be anymore beautiful
I can’t take it in
The Egyptian Antiquities display was another location I didn’t spend enough time. But I did spend quite a few minutes waiting for the crowd to thin to get this shot of the Great Sphinx of Tanis. Patience isn’t always a strength of mine, but I’d like to think I grew in that regard a bit after spending time in Paris. Hush. Quiet. Breathe. Look. Listen.
What an amazing entrance. Standing defiantly, proudly at the top of the stairs in the entrance to the Sully wing was one of the first sculptures I saw in the Louvre – the Winged Victory of Samothrace. Truly spectacular.
My travel companions were very smart to select an apartment so conveniently located. We stayed in a 3-bedroom apartment at 69 Rue de Lille, which was right across the street from the Musee D’Orsay. Despite this fact, it was Day 4 (if memory serves) before we visited the museum. It was a tremendous space. We saw some amazing works by Van Gogh, Manet, Degas, Renoir, and even some of Toulouse Lautrec. Understandably (and unfortunately), the Orsay does NOT allow photography. So, I played by the rules, with ONE exception. On the top floor of the facility, you have a stunning view of the city (Montmare in the distance) from the backside of the exterior clock. When I entered the room, I saw lots of folks taking this photo, and thought, “Well, if everyone else is doing it…” Unfortunately, my fear of getting caught resulted in a rushed shot.
A common sight on the bridges over the Seine are these testaments to love. Couples write their names on locks, place the lock on a railing, lock it and throw the key in the river. It’s a moving testament to love, to be sure. And makes for some very interesting photos. But we’re told that this unauthorized public display of affection is actually doing damage to the architecture/stability of the railings. Some have reported that the weight of the locks have given way and cause railing to fall. I saw no evidence of this. Further, there were vendors on nearly every bridge selling locks. If the authorities decide to stop this activity, I hope they repurpose the existing locks and railings. I envision a large replica of the Eiffel Tower, built entirely from the locks. Or maybe a very large heart, placed in Tuileries Garden?
One of the many beautiful scenes around the Paris Opera House. One expects important buildings like the Opera House to be adorned with such beauty, but honestly, such adornments were found everywhere in central Paris. A feast for the eyes, and lens.
Jenga! Sorry. Couldn’t resist this shot. Along the middle ground of the Tuileries Garden were special art installations. I found this one particularly interesting. A travel mate screamed Jenga when we walked past. Again, I couldn’t resist.
Aristide Maillol’s “The Night” sculpture in the Tuileries Garden. One of my favorite photos from Paris.