Everybody Louvres Photo Essays...

After we were re-drunkified and super Les Miserables at the wine tasting, Bookie, Keith and I dragged our sorry carcasses over to the Lorve yesterday.  (Fun Fact: It used to be called the Lourve until Britain came in and stole all the U’s from France.  Damned Touries.)

Outside of the museum is the Seine....

Lovely, isn't it?  

Those locks on the fence were actually put up by people over the years trying to lock their U’s in place.   Clearly this didn’t work, which is why the Wourld is in its current state.  It’s true, Gougle it!

None of this takes away from the fact that the museum is gigantic and breathtaking, and pictures simply do not do it justice.

But here are some anyway:

Once inside, we were enchanted first by the energy of the other excited patrons…

…then by the art itself, which seems mainly stabby…

…or assy…

 …or (my favorite)…

...both!

We were quite disappointed, however, with the Mona Lisa.  First of all, I always assumed she was in color…

…and Keith was convinced her eyes were following him like a painting in Scooby Doo.

 

"Like, Zoinks, Scoob!"

To be fair, some of the art can be unpredictable...

...but eventually, we got a grip on the place and learned lots! 

 Example:  The original Venus De Milo's arms fell off after too many push-ups!

 Obviously, there’s a lot of art there....

I don't really "get" modern art.

...and if you’re like us, you’ll eventually embrace it and let it become a part of you…

…or maybe you’ll become a part of it…

 We deserve this.

By the end of the day, from the combination of being Freedj’d the night before and wandering around the museum for approximately forty euroHours (translates to 3 American Hours and 17 seconds) (years and distance) Keith had become delirious.   As he was checking the map to find out how to get back to the hotel, he looked up and shouted, “Ooh!  A Puppy!!”

And then he realized it was not a puppy...

…it was a bag.

 "I thought it was a french poodle!"

Of course, this is not the first time Keith—or I, for that matter—have mistaken a plastic bag for an animal.  But that's a story for another time.  (Like now, if you click here...)