I slept in Sunday and woke up to find that the sun wasn't shining as brightly as every other morning . That didn't deter my plans, though.
My original plan was to see the Musee de l'Orangerie while my ticket was still good. I got off at Concorde (I think) to find that I was right in the middle of all the commotion. Jardin des tuileries, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe. I bought a 5 euro sandwich for brunch and a cappuccino and marveled at the flowers. Again, so many fountains. My favorite part is probably all the chairs. Really goes to show, people just like your company here. The joggers were also really inspirational. I'm still too scared to run around here alone, though.
After the gardens, I checked out the structure of the Louvre. In finding my way to the museum, I stumbled upon the Lovers Bridge where couples write their name on padlocks, seal their lock, then toss away the key together into the Seine. It made me realize, if we were together for that long, it's something I'd really like to share with him. I've decided the next time I come to Paris, I'm coming with French under my belt and the person I love.
The museum was small, which was perfect. It wasn't the least bit overwhelming and gave me just the right amount of art. Seeing the evolution of attitudes and styles via lines, blurred colors, composition, content, and form was interesting between artists like Renoir, Picasso, Sisley, and a lot more I can't remember off the top of my head.
The highlight of my day was understanding Monet's Waterlily exhibit. I took a Clues to Seeing class freshman year and an art history class senior year of high school at Holy Cross that really made me evaluated the way artworks are positioned, framed, lit, and presented in museums. The Waterlily exhibits were both in white, oval rooms. I decided to walk along its path from one point until I made a complete round. While I was walking, slowly, I realized that the colors were becoming increasingly darker. Less activity. More blend. I felt like I'd been walking a wet path with morning dew and hanging trees from morning to dark.
Turns out I was right! It was supposed to the evoke the experience of water lilies from morning to evening, dark. I felt really proud of myself. That was all.