I forgot to take the memory card out of my computer and put it back in my camera, after I uploaded my photos yesterday.
SO NO PHOTOS FOR YOU.
Instead you get some photos from previous days.
Like here.
Here is an artsy shot of trees on the grounds of Versailles.
I was trying to be a hipster.
It didn't work very well, because I have a digital camera and no moustache.
In any case, today we went to l'Orangerie, which my father says is called that because it's housed in what used to be an orange grove green house.
It's near the Louvre.
But whatever.
It had a big showing of Monets. You were SO VERY MUCH NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE PICTURES, so I didn't even notice I didn't have my memory card until later.
Monet is okay.
The paintings there were his very very large ones he did later in life, and the ones that didn't have much detail.
My mother loooooooooved them, but I'm not so keen on Monet, so I went downstairs. There was a lot of Cezanne and Renoir, both of whom I enjoy, and some Picasso, which I do not.
A lot of the paintings I do not really understand why they became so popular. Are they popular because somebody SAYS they're popular?
What's that?
It's time for another picture?
Oh. Right.
Okay.
Here's the sun shining through the Eiffel Tower.
Sick boner, or what ever it is the kids say these days.
Anyway. It was nice to have dad around for a while. It made mom hurry up a bit through the museum.
Also, dad and I have similar tastes in art, but mom looooooooves Picasso, and I just don't see it.
Anyway. After l'Orangerie, we poked around the outside of it's matching museum (the name of which I can't remember) and decided that yes, modern art licked balls, and none of us wanted to stand in line with all the passionate, heavy breathing, Parisian art students (I'm not even kidding, but at least they weren't hipsters) so we continued on.
We went to the Musee du l'Arts Decoratif, which is a fancy way of saying the Decorative Arts Museum.
No pictures allowed there, either. Boo.
They were having an exhibit on Louis Vitton and Marc Somethingoranother. Jacobs. Marc Jacobs.
Anyway. The history of Louis Vitton was very interesting. The fashion of Marc Jacobs was pretty neat. I still don't understand the allure of Louis Vitton handbags, but I understand why people liked his trunks so much. Well made.
ANOTHER PICTURE?
Oh, very well.
Here is the stained glass from the Petit Palais. This was the only stained glass there, and there were only four windows of it. It was pretty, but a little out of place, if you ask me.
Still, fits rather well with my talk of the Musee du l'Arts Decoratif.
Mostly because there were tons of Nouveau and Art Deco stuff!
I wish I could have taken pictures.
I love unusual furniture.
It followed the birth of Art Nouveau, which was largely in Paris, and its transformation into Art Deco. I always think of them as very different, distinct styles, but there was a time between the two that they sort of melded. Clean, geometrically lined wardrobes with flowing feet and wrought iron details. Very pretty.
Also, there was a small permenant exhibition of 'furniture through the ages'. Or rather, Art Nouveau up to now. It focused on 'haute coutoure' pieces, I guess, and unusual pieces of the periods. I really liked the stuff. My dad thought it was all crap.
I have a soft spot for laminate and chrome, for overstuffed velvet chairs, and weird plastic 50's furniture.
And then it was over!
The day. I mean.
My mother tried to tell us that it was perpetually 1:30pm, but we eventually found a clock and found out it was actually 5:30pm! (!!!)
I know. Liar.
Anyway. We headed back toward the hotel. I FINALLY found the batteries for my camera (let that be a lesson to you all!), and we picked up some foodstuffs for dinner.
Now, I write this to you, and then I poke Paul again, and then I go to sleeps.
Sleeeeeeeeeeps...
(Okay, one last picture.)
(Why, hellooooo there...)
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