OK- I know most of you don't care at this point or don't even remember that I went to Paris a few weeks ago but I hate to quit just short of the end so here is the abbreviated ending...
An American in Paris: Parts V and VI
Part V: Boobs and Balls
After two days of gorgeous weather, it was rainy and cool on Monday. That was fine b/c we had planned to spend all day at the Louvre. Once a grand palace, it now houses priceless works of art and ancient artifacts.
We started with the sculptures on the lower levels, worked our way through the Mesopotamian pieces and then the Egyptian exhibits. That was probably my favorite. It was amazing to see the mummies and coffins up close. Some of the colors were still so vibrant. There were necklaces and other finite jewelry still intact.
Paintings of all size, subject and medium lined the walls. I couldn't believe there wasn't anymore security than there was. You could just reach out and touch most things if you wanted to. The only piece that was "protected" was the Mona Lisa. There was always a large crowd in front and she was behind special glass and was roped off. All the others were seemingly just hanging on the wall.
As exquisite as some of the works were, I was also surprised at the sheer number of boobs and balls. Yeah, I said it. We all know that classic art celebrates the human form, whatever, but some were downright weird.
An American in Paris: Parts V and VI
Part V: Boobs and Balls
After two days of gorgeous weather, it was rainy and cool on Monday. That was fine b/c we had planned to spend all day at the Louvre. Once a grand palace, it now houses priceless works of art and ancient artifacts.
We started with the sculptures on the lower levels, worked our way through the Mesopotamian pieces and then the Egyptian exhibits. That was probably my favorite. It was amazing to see the mummies and coffins up close. Some of the colors were still so vibrant. There were necklaces and other finite jewelry still intact.
Paintings of all size, subject and medium lined the walls. I couldn't believe there wasn't anymore security than there was. You could just reach out and touch most things if you wanted to. The only piece that was "protected" was the Mona Lisa. There was always a large crowd in front and she was behind special glass and was roped off. All the others were seemingly just hanging on the wall.
As exquisite as some of the works were, I was also surprised at the sheer number of boobs and balls. Yeah, I said it. We all know that classic art celebrates the human form, whatever, but some were downright weird.
(even in ancient times, men were facinated by thier penis)
(yes, that's a snake she's holding to her boob)
(At the right angle, it looks like the girl is pinching the other nipple. I told ya. Weird.)
Other significant works include the Venus de Milo, the Code of Hammurabi, furnishings of Napoleon, and paintings by Manet.
"Veni, vedi, vichi"-we came, we saw, we were outta there by 3:3o. Great way to spend a rainy day in Paris.
Part VI: Sortie
On that first day in Paris by myself, I learned one word very quickly: Sortie. It means "exit." It was all over the subway, airport and various places. Tuesday had come and it was our day to "sortie". We loaded up our luggage, grabbed one last sweet roll for the train and got to the airport. Luckily, the wait for this flight did not include long lines and misinformation. It included coffee, TV, swanky bathrooms and all you can eat snacks in the frequent flyer lounge. Our flight home was uneventful,but nonetheless, it was good to be home!!
I mentioned something a while back about a giveaway. It's not very exciting- I didn't get to do as much shopping as I would have liked- but I have a Paris key chain and 2 "moving" gifts up for grabs. Since packing/unpacking, I have discovered a few items to pass along: a Lolita Music-tini martini glass and a Lolly Lu "designer" tampon case. Weird, I know. Just leave me a comment by midnight on Thursday night (7/23) and a winner will be chosen at random.
"Veni, vedi, vichi"-we came, we saw, we were outta there by 3:3o. Great way to spend a rainy day in Paris.
Part VI: Sortie
On that first day in Paris by myself, I learned one word very quickly: Sortie. It means "exit." It was all over the subway, airport and various places. Tuesday had come and it was our day to "sortie". We loaded up our luggage, grabbed one last sweet roll for the train and got to the airport. Luckily, the wait for this flight did not include long lines and misinformation. It included coffee, TV, swanky bathrooms and all you can eat snacks in the frequent flyer lounge. Our flight home was uneventful,but nonetheless, it was good to be home!!
I mentioned something a while back about a giveaway. It's not very exciting- I didn't get to do as much shopping as I would have liked- but I have a Paris key chain and 2 "moving" gifts up for grabs. Since packing/unpacking, I have discovered a few items to pass along: a Lolita Music-tini martini glass and a Lolly Lu "designer" tampon case. Weird, I know. Just leave me a comment by midnight on Thursday night (7/23) and a winner will be chosen at random.
4 comments:
Boobs and balls huh. Bet that made for some interesting pics. LOL
Here I am, with my Lindsey Lohan suntan (only less orange, and not on my boobs), in my bathing suit, ready to come for a swim...
I was on vacay for a little more 'n a week...
And you posted that the pool ain't all it's cracked up to be...
WTHeck?
Eh. I'm too tired to be cordial anyway.
You'd probably enlist my help with unpacking.
...but there'd be Cakesters, wouldn't there?
Yum.
Sortie... I'm sure it said much prettier then it seems - like Sor-t-eeaaa... & not in my country accent of "SOR-TEEEEE" with a twang...
A designer tampon case? I wanna see a picture! :) Fun!
At least the boobs and balls are the opposite of normal country life, where I am sure you used to butt cracks and beer bellies!! Glad you got to branch out!!
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