Musee de Louvre and a few days in Paris

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Paris. I first fell for your postcard perfect avenues almost seven years ago.

Chairs tumbling out onto uneven, cobblestone sidewalks. Brightly coloured awnings strung up with lights. Curving streets and cobble stones, blinds flung open to the dappled sunlight.

Not very original of me, I know. But then, I’ve always been the romantic.

You’d think that a place so iconic would not live up to the lofty expectations of popular culture. After all, it’s a heavy burden to carry.

Oh but it does.

Statute in the Louvre, Paris

We began our travels here. Three days of getting lost (literally) amongst these meandering streets and living off buttery crisp pastries. Late February, when Europe was just on the cusp of spring, was the perfect time to visit. There was still a chill bite to the air, particularly of an evening, but the sun on my face at high noon reminded me that winter’s spell was loosening. Crowds yes, but more a trickling steady stream of people as opposed to a bustling, congested throng.

One of the highlights of this trip (and we made it a leisurely one, knowing we’ll be back multiple times in the next couple of years) was visiting Musee de Louvre.

I had naively dismissed the Louvre and its maze of wonders on my last trip to Paris, opting instead to spend my short time visiting Musee de l’Orangerie and Musée d’Orsay. After all, the impressionist’s liquid brushstrokes had always captured my imagination more than Mona Lisa’s mysterious smile.

What I failed to appreciate was the sheer volume of treasures, beyond Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece, which lay nestled within the winding corridors and sandstone columns and the beauty of the architecture itself; after all, it was a royal palace before becoming a sanctuary of the past.

Safe to say, I was sufficiently humbled by its grandeur. In particular, I was captivated by the beauty of the Richelieu Wing, afternoon light from the glass ceiling filtering down over a garden of marble statues, the pearl encrusted tiara worn by Napoleon III’s wife, Empress Eugenie and the rock encrusted crystal vase which Eleanor of Aquitaine, one of my historical heroines, gave to her first husband for their wedding.

Five hours was barely enough to absorb one tenth of its treasures, or the significance that these objects held for the momentous events or daily life of the past. 

So yes, if you have any doubts, Musee de Louvre is definitely worth a visit if you ever find yourself in Paris.

Paris, it’s been a minute but you are nonetheless beautiful for it. A few memories captured in time of a place I know I’ll return to again and again.

Have you been to, or would like to visit, Paris or Musee de Louvre?

2 Comments

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    lilianviolet

    March 19, 2022

    I haven’t been but I will be going very very soon!! Loved this blog 😍

    • Reply

      Bridie Leah

      March 21, 2022

      Thanks Lily, so glad you enjoyed this post. So exciting! It’s such a magical city, I know you’ll love your time there! x

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