Remembering The Louvre

The curiosity to visit Paris increased more after having read The Da Vinci Code. I felt less shallow to admit it when I realized there was a tour created specifically for all the fanatics that wished to follow the footsteps of the film to explore the places, works and themes at the heart of the story. People visited for differently reasons and this was a legitimate one.

Very much like all the other European countries we’ve visited, what struck me most about standing before this glass pyramid was acknowledging that the museum no longer existed as a fact. It know lives also as a memory embedded deeply that could never be taken away.

Despite not having the highest knowledge in art, the intimacy of viewing paintings you’ve only seen in reproduction or seeing a breadth of work by a painter you thought you knew is mind-boggling.

Like all good tourists should, we immediately ignored everything around us for the moment and made a beeline to the painting that is almost synonymous with the Louvre — the Mona Lisa. Along the way, we hasted through gigantic rooms whose walls were covered in rows of paintings and others whose floors seemed like thick forests of statues and relics.

The excess of the work we saw that day has almost become a blur in my memory. I recall searching for Vermeer, Venus de Milo, and Michelangelo but the museum is so massive that you can only do 2 things when visiting. Out of the three wings, you can pass through one and see the majority of one, or you can visit the Louvre on several small cycles, which makes for a long day and thorough visit.