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The barbarians enter the Louvre
Feb. 12th, 2011 10:38 pmThe last treat of our winter jaunt was a day in Paris; and since our return journey had run to schedule, we had a full day to play with. Mostly when we're in Paris, there are two must-visits: one is the big FNAC bookshop, the other is Jenny*. But I've been enjoying being a tourist in London, and I hadn't visited the Louvre museum since they built the Pyramid (that'd be 1989), so that's what we did. Jenny, as it happens, was taking a party round the Louvre that morning, so we met for breakfast and she showed us the quick way in, and we made a date for dinner, and set off.
Preliminary information: 1 - the Louvre was ridiculously, exceptionally busy; 2 -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler was gradually going down with a form of the illness I'd had in Pusiano, and eventually bailed out, went back to the hotel and slept; 3 - photography is allowed in the Louvre. There are signs telling you not to use flash, but there's no problem with photography. Occasionally this is a pain (some of the Assyrian sculptures were permanently obscured by a string of young women whose boyfriends simply had to photograph them with a two-headed bull), and very few of the pictures I take come out well enough to share (Louvre photos here), but mostly it enables me to take notes and look things up afterwards.
( Wandering around the Louvre, failing to appreciate most of the paintings, but, oh, the medieval gallery! )
*I try not to throw other people's names around this LJ, so Jenny has hitherto appeared as a noncommittal initial. But since she is a qualified city guide, and if you go to Paris you might be lucky enough to meet her, it makes more sense to introduce Jennifer Burdon. (I don't know what's wrong with that link...)
Preliminary information: 1 - the Louvre was ridiculously, exceptionally busy; 2 -
durham_rambler was gradually going down with a form of the illness I'd had in Pusiano, and eventually bailed out, went back to the hotel and slept; 3 - photography is allowed in the Louvre. There are signs telling you not to use flash, but there's no problem with photography. Occasionally this is a pain (some of the Assyrian sculptures were permanently obscured by a string of young women whose boyfriends simply had to photograph them with a two-headed bull), and very few of the pictures I take come out well enough to share (Louvre photos here), but mostly it enables me to take notes and look things up afterwards.( Wandering around the Louvre, failing to appreciate most of the paintings, but, oh, the medieval gallery! )
*I try not to throw other people's names around this LJ, so Jenny has hitherto appeared as a noncommittal initial. But since she is a qualified city guide, and if you go to Paris you might be lucky enough to meet her, it makes more sense to introduce Jennifer Burdon. (I don't know what's wrong with that link...)
