With a nod to a post earlier this week about navigating the Louvre with children, today’s haiku speaks to the effect that this wonderful and huge museum has on me.
When I go to the Louvre, I follow the advice I give to my clients: choose one wing or movement, and pretend the rest is across town. This approach keeps me from getting lost, and allows me to dive deeply into a time or place in art history.
The combination of limiting my options while still partaking of immense cultural richness leaves me feeling both tired and wanting more.
After the Louvre
a bracing cup of black tea
a dozen macarons.
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