The Louvre

We "only" did the Louvre today but walked about 300 miles, or anyway kilometers, so are exhausted. I'm going to do a short post and let the others fill in. The Louvre was like an ant's nest filled with fat ants carrying bags, but nothing could quite take away from the magnificence (both inside and out). Why (I found myself thinking) did I not go in for the history of art? Tintoretto, Delacroix, David, Ingres, old Lenny da Vinci by the cartload of course. Fabulous Greek and Roman sculpture too, from the Winged Nike of Samothrace on down. The sort of place you want to come to with a tent, and stay for three weeks.

Of course, you then go outside, try to walk down the street, and are accosted by an eye-watering patisserie, boulangerie or chocolaterie every twenty paces. What bewilderment the French must feel, when they visit savage lands like Angleterre and les Etats Unis.