Dave was kind of museumed-out, so he stayed in the apartment and I went by myself on the Metro to the Musee d’Orsay. It’s in a former train station, and a beautiful building, a piece of art in itself:
I headed straight for the Van Gogh’s. I’ve always had a fascination with him and his art. The Musee does not allow photographs, but I went on a guided tour, and the guide explained the reason. It’s not that it damages the artwork, it’s because people will stand around and take photos, blocking the paintings. They want visitors to enjoy, experience and absorb the art.
During the tour there were a few times the guide said we could take photos:
The museum only covers the period from 1848 to 1914. Many famous and recognizable paintings and sculptures, including the artists Monet, Manet, Degas, and Renoir. The tour ended at the original painting of a reproduction we have in our living room:
We ate dinner at a French-Moroccan restaurant very near the apartment, and we both agreed it was the best meal we’ve had in France. Nice end to our stay!