French Word of the Day: fatigue (fah-tea-gay)- tired
I hope you all had a great Valentine’s Day. I spent mine filing my taxes. (I can hear you all swooning at how romantic that is.) It was true romance between Uncle Sam and me. I wanted to leave him, but he told me that I couldn’t because he needed me [to give him even more money].
For all you sparkly lovers out there, here you go:
For my follow French enthusiasts, it’s Louvre time.
These Roman bros are just as excited as you are. Check out the fist pumps:
We’d had a late night before the Louvre, so we were not as awake as the above gentlemen. We were channeling this statue:
The people next to it are incredibly unimpressed.
Really, people just weren’t that interested in the art that day.
I mean, that’s the Mona Lisa, and only about 5 people are paying attention to her.
I hope you all enjoy her huge wall. It’s a such a big wall for such a small painting. She also gets her own security guards. She is truly the Beyonce of paintings.
But what about the other side of the wall, you ask? You’ve always secretly wondered what was on the other side of that ridiculously large wall. Well, I’m here to show you!
Look how depressed Titien’s L’Homme au Gant looks (translation: Man with a Glove. Painters are super creative with names). He knows nobody’s here to see him. They’re all about Mona. He’s so sad that he can’t even put on both of his gloves. I mean, he doesn’t get security guards or a bullet-proof glass case. What does a guy have to do to get some credit around here, anyway?
The Winged Victory was out for renovations, but we did get some Venus de Milo action.
The man behind me pushed me while I was taking this and then cut in front of me, so you will have to resort to Google to get a better view.
Don’t worry; karma got him in the form of a group of school children.
Sam and I managed to get everyone lost in the museum. To be fair, many of the staircases are closed off for no apparent reason. On the maps of the Louvre, it looks like there are stairs up ahead, but it generally turns out to be a wall that says “Do not enter.” The museum’s cartographer is playing a cruel, cruel trick on all of the tourists. Or developing the world’s best maze.
It took us 45 minutes to find an exit. That’s potentially a problem if there’s ever a fire. Not they ever have to worry about that; it’s not like paintings are flammable or anything.
But enough about fire hazards; this is a Valentine’s Day post. I’m ending it with some lovers.
Proof that musicians have been kryptonite for women for all time.
But let’s go for some real love action here. Cupid is the reason for the season (or a guy who got killed because he was helping people get married- same thing). Here’s the master of love with his lady love:
Love to everyone!