June 18, day 5.We decided to stay in the city today
and go see a few sites. The first on our list was the Louvre.
This museum was really great! We got there at just the right time,
no line, no wait and no frustration. We used our handy little
museum passes to whisk us into the Denon wing. We started out
with some Greek & Romen sculpture. One of my favorites was
Venus (Ms. Conner thanks for all of the lessons in Mythology).
We also saw some panels from the Acropolis that were interesting.
Next we moved on upstairs and saw the wings of victory sculpture
next. We then took a turn off to the gallery into a gallery that
contained at least a hundred paintings that all contained images
of Christ, God, or the Virgin Mary. We slogged through this swamp
of religion and bumbling tourists to find ourselves at the entrance
to the Mona Lisa viewing room. It was probably a wonderful masterpiece
but behind bomb, bullet, flash, and people proof glass among a
wad of worshiping tourists it did not come across. We stayed there
for five minutes and then clawed our way to the exit. We went
to the other galleries containing, among other things, a painting
the size of a billboard of Napoleon crowing himself. Our stomachs
started to make their opinion known that it was time to get some
lunch so we ventured off to the cafeteria. Once there we realized
that it was nothing more than an over populated McDonalds. We
decided that it would be much nicer to go to a small cafe just
off the galleries. We had a wonderful lunch and decided that the
time had come to do something else. We walked over to the Tuileries
near the museum. If you walk straight down, it leads to the Champs-Elysées.
We got to a ferris wheel at the Place de Concorde and decided
to take a ride. (Todays picture was taken from the ferris wheel
towards the Louvre.) Once done with that we headed towards the
distant Arc 'd Triomphe. We came upon the Champs-Elysées
while watching out for people-eating cars and starting to feel
how very sore our feet were. The best way to to describe our fealings
towards the boulevard: our feet got even sorer. The Champs-Elysées
felt just like Fifth Avenue in New York. We were not enlightened
by any of the stores (except for an ice cream one.) The Arc 'd
Triomphe was a nice memorial that was a great place to be. Finally
we took some back streets home, made dinner and dove in. It's
8:44 now so I'm ready to sign off for the eighteenth.