I’m definitely in my zone!
Last week I told you about my fabulous Saturday in Paris. It was followed by a no less amazing Sunday dominated by masterpieces of fine art, as well as those of the edible kind – all in all, Paris at its best!
We started our tour from Les Invalides, the complex which houses the Military Museum and Napoleon Bonaparte’s Tomb.
Our next stop was Musée d’Orsay, on the left bank of the Seine. It is housed in a former train station and it holds a number of beautiful works of art. The scent of roasted chestnuts wafting through the air in front of the Museum was something I couldn’t simply pass by.
The huge clock reminded me of Hugo, a Martin Scorsese film you should definitely watch.
Here are just a couple of the paintings whose beauty really captivated my imagination:
The lady in the Turban by Dhurmer, 1910
A slave of love and light (Arabian legend) by Dinet, 1900
The weather was lovely in the afternoon. We strolled by the Seine until we reached the next place of interest on our increasingly culturally-focused list – The Louvre.
Art lurks around every corner in Paris – not only in Museums, but on the streets as well.
I’m wearing River Island Faux fur T-shirt, black Ferragamo leggings (not available online), Clarks ankle booties, Louis Vuitton handbag (similar)
We saw the more popular exhibits, and then we made our way towards to the lesser known, and usually neglected part of the Museum, the Richelieu wing. This is where you can see the Apartments of Napoleon III from the time he resided in the Louvre.
You can’t help but feel at least a bit like a royal walking through these gorgeously decorated chambers…
That’s why I got this little Marie Antoinette for Vera in order to bring at least a tiny bit of the royal atmosphere home.
We left the Louvre somewhat reluctantly under the sounds of the polite message asking everyone to make their way towards the exit. Had it not been for that, we wouldn’t have noticed that we were absolutely famished!
We found a great place to eat on Boulevard des Italiens. As the name of the boulevard suggests, it wasn’t particularly French … but who could say no to caprese salad and pizza?
We stille managed to tick the French box by having some vin rose and nougat ice-cream with cherries for dessert.