I never remember to take pictures of museums.

when I went inside the lourve, I forgot to bring my camera altogether.

I suppose enough people have already taken pictures of venus and mona, anyway.








underneath the giant pyramid, the floor is crossed with rainbows.






  

I wondered for a few minutes about what's the world's biggest prism.

then I realized it's probably the sky.








this seems like a dangerous way for anyone to ride a winged animal, but especially if you're naked.








a world war II memorial that I didn't completely understand.








antisocial, homosexual, professional criminal, jewish star.

I understood the deportation memorial. it still terrifies me that the world put up with this.








the musée d'orsay used to be a train station. that was the best thing about it,
which is saying a lot because it was also a truly excellent museum.








you could walk right behind this giant clock!








the art was good too.

this painting gets very strange if you think about it for very long.








I went to the museum with some of my cousins. when I met them in the morning,
they said my outfit made me look almost unrecognizably french.

(it was the scarf, we decided.)








glass, glass, and glass.








and isolation.








this was the view out the window, right after it stopped raining.

the light was all strange and flushed pink, perhaps trying not to be outdone by the impressionists inside.
















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