So far, it’s my favorite museum. Chock full of great stuff from the Impressionists and those that preceded them and came shortly after. So far, I’ve visited it about 4 times.
First time, I went on a whim. I didn’t really have anything much to do after classes one day, so I climbed off the bus and walked through Jardin de Tulleries. I enjoyed the sun (it was still quite warm) and beautiful trees and flowers until I came upon a staircase that went down. Curious, I went down them and discovered a little tunnel leading to a pedestrian bridge across the Seine. I took it, and just a block away was Musée d’Orsay. Of course, I couldn’t pass it up, so I went inside.
It was free, of course, so I frolicked among the beautiful paintings.
Let’s edit that. I’m sure the security guards would have thrown me out if I had frolicked and tripped on one of the beautiful paintings.
-Ahem- My soul frolicked among all of the paintings and swam in a sea of vibrant colors.
I’ve already written about this, so I’ll continue, shall I?
The second and third time was for art class. It was, shall we say, enlightening, rich with information, explaining all of my favorite paintings. Knowing what they mean increased my appreciation for the opportunity to be actually standing in front of the real, original paintings. I was in awe.
The fourth time was less inspiring. I ran through the museum in about half an hour, trying to find a painting that Elise, my French 202 teacher, said was there, and if we found it, we would get extra credit. Why, do you ask? Well, this particular painting was inspired by one of the poems we studied (Le dormeur du val par Arthur Rimbaud) and she wanted us to see it.
I went up and down, all over the museum, even double-checked several galleries, but I did not find that elusive painting. Oh, well. It’s only extra credit, right?
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