So here we are at the Louvre, getting a bit antsy, and we still haven't seen anything. We decided to skip the Mona Lisa and head for the Vermeers and Rembrandts, which were at the far end of the other building, away from the "Must See" six pack.
We thought this remote area would be less crowded. And in fact it was -- that wing was closed, which we discovered only after hiking through dozens of galleries. Even the museum attendants didn't seem to know why it was closed or for how long.
I did see some things I liked on the way. Check out this lovely painting from 15th Century Provence.
I feel immense guilt over my reaction to the Louvre. I know it's the greatest museum in the world, but it stops at 1848, just about when I think art starts getting interesting. Perhaps because I never had a basic art history course, I don't have much appreciation for the subtleties of when perspective was invented or how the Renaissance harkened back to classical art. And I really don't like huge crowds.
So I decided to ditch the Louvre and head for the Pompidou. My next trip to Paris, if I am so lucky, will be in the winter and maybe I'll give the old masters another try in less frantic conditions, with a better guidebook. But not this time.