October 26, 2018 Day 4
The grandkids were off to the Comi Con convention so we went to the Musee d Orsay. This is a top site in Paris that I have never been to. We took the Metro. There was one transfer that required a very long walk underground.
Exiting the Metro we ate at a small sandwich shop near the Seine. Good sandwich and moderate prices.
We did not purchase tickets online as recommended, so we waited for tickets in a long line that moved very quickly. 12 euro entrance fee. Then we waited to pass through security. Understandably, security is very extensive at all these attractions in France.
The museum is housed in a former railway station, Gare d Orsay, that was built in 1900 for a World's Fair and also housed a luxury hotel and grand reception room. It was taken out of service in 1977 and reopened as a museum in 1986. It is a beautiful building.
The museum houses France's national collection paintings from the impressionist, postimpressionist and art-nouveau movements from the 2d republic, 1848, to the start of WWI, 1914.
There is a lot of art in this museum. We focused on an exhibit that was curated by Julius Schnabel, an American artist/filmmaker, who was matching up his works with works from the museum's collection "to create a conversation across space and time." It worked better than I anticipated. The self portrait of Van Gogh stood alone. We also toured several furniture exhibits, but did not see anything that inspired us for our ongoing renovation in SLC. There was also lots of sculpture. I got tired and we missed a lot.
After a few hours we exhibited the museum. In the small square outside the museum there was a street band playing. It was pretty good and soon after it began playing an older woman began to slowly dance in front. I could not tell if she was just a bystander who was inspired by the music or connected to the band. I had a vision that she was the mother of one of the musicians.
We then went to into the Legion of Honor Museum on the opposite side of the square. Lots of metals, weapons and uniforms there, but not much of interest. We left after a brief visit and returned to the hotel by Metro. My spouse stopped off at a patisserie while I went back to the room for an afternoon nap. She felt that she was mistreated there by staff and customers, so she ate my pastry.
We then walked over to the house through a big rainstorm (Practice for Tanzania.) where the kids are staying. The daughter is going out with friends so we are babysitting the grand kids. We made personal pizzas for dinner and watched a superheroes movie. Batman and Superman got together and with the help of some other superheroes defeated a10 ft. tall villain who was seeking to destroy earth, or at least the city, by joining together three cubes. I was not paying close attention, but I did notice that the villain had lots of flying assistants who looked a lot like the characters in the Wizard of Oz. We stayed late after the host returned drinking wine into the a.m. hours. More messed up sleep after we walked back to the hotel through the empty, wet streets of Paris. I imagined that I was in a Woody Allen movie, but a car did not pull up to take us on a time travel adventure.
Metro sign entrance
Museum d Orsay
Dancing lady
The grandkids were off to the Comi Con convention so we went to the Musee d Orsay. This is a top site in Paris that I have never been to. We took the Metro. There was one transfer that required a very long walk underground.
Exiting the Metro we ate at a small sandwich shop near the Seine. Good sandwich and moderate prices.
We did not purchase tickets online as recommended, so we waited for tickets in a long line that moved very quickly. 12 euro entrance fee. Then we waited to pass through security. Understandably, security is very extensive at all these attractions in France.
The museum is housed in a former railway station, Gare d Orsay, that was built in 1900 for a World's Fair and also housed a luxury hotel and grand reception room. It was taken out of service in 1977 and reopened as a museum in 1986. It is a beautiful building.
The museum houses France's national collection paintings from the impressionist, postimpressionist and art-nouveau movements from the 2d republic, 1848, to the start of WWI, 1914.
There is a lot of art in this museum. We focused on an exhibit that was curated by Julius Schnabel, an American artist/filmmaker, who was matching up his works with works from the museum's collection "to create a conversation across space and time." It worked better than I anticipated. The self portrait of Van Gogh stood alone. We also toured several furniture exhibits, but did not see anything that inspired us for our ongoing renovation in SLC. There was also lots of sculpture. I got tired and we missed a lot.
After a few hours we exhibited the museum. In the small square outside the museum there was a street band playing. It was pretty good and soon after it began playing an older woman began to slowly dance in front. I could not tell if she was just a bystander who was inspired by the music or connected to the band. I had a vision that she was the mother of one of the musicians.
We then went to into the Legion of Honor Museum on the opposite side of the square. Lots of metals, weapons and uniforms there, but not much of interest. We left after a brief visit and returned to the hotel by Metro. My spouse stopped off at a patisserie while I went back to the room for an afternoon nap. She felt that she was mistreated there by staff and customers, so she ate my pastry.
We then walked over to the house through a big rainstorm (Practice for Tanzania.) where the kids are staying. The daughter is going out with friends so we are babysitting the grand kids. We made personal pizzas for dinner and watched a superheroes movie. Batman and Superman got together and with the help of some other superheroes defeated a10 ft. tall villain who was seeking to destroy earth, or at least the city, by joining together three cubes. I was not paying close attention, but I did notice that the villain had lots of flying assistants who looked a lot like the characters in the Wizard of Oz. We stayed late after the host returned drinking wine into the a.m. hours. More messed up sleep after we walked back to the hotel through the empty, wet streets of Paris. I imagined that I was in a Woody Allen movie, but a car did not pull up to take us on a time travel adventure.
Van Gogh self portrait
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