August 8

My cousin's cat, Biscot, is ridiculouly adorable.


Fairly miserable day at the Louvre.


The ceiling was leaking, and water was being caught in a giant dumpster.


Ze juxtaposition of the drastically different styles of architecture.




The French really hated the glass pyramids at first, but now they are more easily recognizable than the palace itself. The French are generally opposed to all the new things that are built in Paris, but then they become really, really iconic.


CROWDED.


The big JC! Julius Caesar, that is.


Somewhere in the past year, I cultivated an interest in ceilings.


Winged Victory!




Botticelli. (Pardon the angle. I am short, and this is really big.)


RF= Republique de France


Yep, ceilings.




People have been touching this toe.


I love that John the Baptist looks like a zombie.


This is as much of the Mona Lisa as I was at any point able to see.






By Pierre-Narcisse Guerin. Clytaemnestra and Aegisthus creep up upon and murder Agamemnon, according to the Oresteia. They were some of my favorite plays.


Napoleon crowning Josephine. I always thought it was interesting that Jacques-Louis David chose to paint this instead of the more famous instance of Napoleon snatching the crown away from the Pope and crowning himself instead, thereby demonstrating that the power of the state was greater than the power of the church.


Endymion.


Winged Victory, and all of her admirers, from above.


Here is where they put things that are being repaired/going to a traveling collection maybe?




The Venus di Milo has always been one of my favorites.


I also like her sour expression.




The Louvre catacombs! This stuff was around when the palace was first, first built, before it was called the Louvre, in the Middle Ages.












Yes, the art is beautiful, but the escalators are something else!


Mon oncle.


During a coffee break, my mother checks out my brother's veins. Axel looks on.


I try to make my own coffee foam drawing, but it's not actually that easy. Who knew.


We were still looking for the Egyptian display, and this might have been as close as we got. This is Mesopotamian.


Giant curved mirror makes for good times.


I am a giant.


Axel, many times.


Zoom!


These guys had enough legs to be visible from the front and the side.


Which amounts to about six legs.




Islamic vases.



And then my favorite part, (one of) the sculpture galleries.


It is a reflex to think all statues of muscular men are Hercules. I don't think this one is, actually.




This one might be Hercules. I'm rusty on the labors of.








Pascal.


Pascal is thinking about his drawing.




Homer.


Napoleon was still taller than me.


Telling secrets to the statues.




More Julius Caesar.


Old Man Winter.








All things must come to an end.


The Paris Eye. Just kidding, it's not called that.




Notables: Chambiche and Liberal Bruant.


B. Palissy and H. Rigaud. I don't know who they are.


The Musee d'Orsay and the tip of the Eiffel Tower.


Russian Dolls in St. Michel.


Formerly an old hangout for intellectuals and artists. Now, for men in orange shirts.


Les Sevres.


St. Michel is very quaint.



In a cute shop:


Scrub brushes.


Cheese graters.


Self explanatory.


My mother got this for her friend.


Zombie attack!


Fruitless sangria. (Literally.)


I was singing Victor/Victoria for the rest of the night. I am again now.


Yes, that is a pile of broken plates on the floor. No, I don't know why.