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!
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.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and personal empowerment. I am living proof.