Having just spent a rewarding hour or two in the Paris Musée d’Orsay, the Louvre was a bit of a let down, to be quite honest … Actually, I must stop saying that: I like to think of myself as an honest person, so why would I have to claim to be honest? It makes it sound like I normally lie more. Should I say, “to be frank”, or does that just mean the same thing? What do I mean? … Anyway, the Louvre was just not as good. Nowhere near. I was expecting better.
I did get to tick the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo off my bucket list. Neither of them left much of an impression, to be frank … Hmm. No, it’s not working, is it? How about, “I’m afraid to say”? … Anyway, I was more impressed with the building, which is both grand and enormous, and is possibly the largest art gallery in the world (although the Americans are guaranteed to have a bigger one).
Having spent the morning walking past the Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs-Élysées to the Musée d’Orsay, and then on to the Louvre, my feet had started to surrender, and I’d just about had enough of flipping classical art, I’m afraid to say.