It was horribly crowded, and swarming with tours or people not looking where they were going or taking photos or doing all of the things that any mass of people inherently does. That was the pits. But I must tell you that once I got there, I wondered why I didn't go more often? The museum is incredible, the most beautiful museum I have been to. In many ways, the museum itself is the art what with its ornate ceilings and its gilded walls that ornamenting the art just so. I found myself wanting to stay, to lose myself in the hall of Jacques-Louis David paintings and stay all day. But it was not for this visit; we did our trot-through, saw the highlights and hithered to lunch. I promised myself to go back.
I call this one "Incomiiiiiiing!"
"So Doc, I've got a killer headache."
Pinacotheque to see the Modigliani exhibit and that was a museum dream! It was like I was alone with the art! I could take my time and really enjoy it. At the Louvre, it was the opposite. Bump, brush, snap, jostle... that was the Louvre.
So here are a couple of the Jacques-Louis David paintings. I was really taken with his portraits and could have spent more time among them. You can see more J-L D here. Or just go back to the Louvre with me, why don't you?