Walking through the Louvre was the realization of a longtime goal that I never thought I’d fulfill. I feel like I took my visit too seriously at first, and grew impatient with local students who took the museum for granted, but after a few hours and many “…I’m in the Louvre!” moments later I realized that to visit this place, you had to appreciate art in some way even if it isn’t obvious to others. The overwhelming feeling came on around the 7th or 8th hour, when I joined the masses I was once aggravated with, exhausted yet determined to continue on with my mission- and homework.
And some interesting found drawings:
No comments:
Post a Comment