Notre Dame & Musee d'Orsay (Again): Paris Day Four

Stunning Notre Dame

Taxis. That is the key to my feet predicament and my absent sense of direction.

Check it out: My first non-selfie!

Musee d'Orsay

This morning I took a cab to Notre Dame. It turned out to be much closer than I thought. Who knew?!

I’ve never read The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but the venue seems fitting.

After that, it was back to the Musee d’Orsay. I paid for my ticket and I’ve never been happier to do so.

I saw the remainder of the museum the way I had imagined it: Slow and contemplative, soaking it all in.

I was pleasantly surprised by my newfound adoration for the paintings of Toulouse-Lautrec. Born into one of Paris’s most noble families, he chose instead to live in the brothels of the Cliché district in order to draw, in-situ, the dancers and prostitutes from that time.

He did this utmost skill and without sentimentality. Truly stunning.

Another taxi ride: This time to Galleries Lafayette. And for the first time since I arrived, it’s not an art gallery! Read more in the following post.