 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. Comments are closed.
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