We went. We saw. We conquered 2/3 of it.
Let me tell you that Le Louvre is MASSIVE and we could only handle about 4 hours of 17th, 18th, and 19th century “Grandma Art”. Don’t get me wrong, I took many years of art lessons from Mrs. Ironside, so I can appreciate the detail, time and talent involved in each and every one of those paintings. I also got a D (which was a small miracle to be honest) in my college pottery class, so I can REALLY respect those sculptures. I never really carved anything out of marble or granite, but I can imagine that is a task. BUT, that doesn’t change the fact that it just wasn’t my style. I don’t understand why everyone was naked all of the time, no one smiled, everyone loved everyone (kinda like 1960’s hippies). Oh, and just because they make it larger than life, doesn’t make it better. Bigger is not always better. Most of the time…but not always.
Now, this is about the point that I took over camera duty. Notice a different style?