When I’d read that the Musee d’Orsay is an old train station turned art gallery, I knew I wanted to go. Not even so much for the art, but for the architecture. What an incredible place. It is definitely from a time when travel was really a grand event.
I wasn’t really thinking clearly, though. I passed on the audio guide, which I normally relish when museuming. (especially alone). I figured I’d just read the signs. Uh, they’re all in French. Big duh. I was happy to discovery many Van Gogh paintings. After going to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, I decided he is my favorite. I still think so. I also saw some Monet… including the woman holding an umbrella and water lilies. I remember water lilies was one of Mom’s favorites. Today I stood and looked at it and thought of her and didn’t feel sad. I felt happy. That was a nice change. Speaking of moms, Whistler’s was there. It didn’t seem to fit in with the other paintings. Maybe it would have made sense with the audio guide. I liked it anyway.
I managed to distract myself for a couple of hours there. As soon as I stepped outside I called Bill to see if there had been an update from London. Nope.