Bonjour ;)
Well my French endeavors are getting better and better. The "god" of French compassion decided to take pity on my soul and placed my wallet in the hands of a lovely Frenchman named Miguel who was kind enough to track down my address and wait outside my apartment building until someone arrived to let him in. He then found my name on my mailbox and left me a note with his name and number, explaining he had found my wallet on the side of the street in Paris. I thanked the good chap with a bottle of wine, he invited me to his play (he is an actor) and I was left with the gift of wallet and the full 90 Euros that I had just withdrawn from the bank in hand :). And then Paris said "breathe."
The French's love for art is really coming to show itself for me. I know the Louvre. You know the Louvre. Everyone knows the Louvre. What I did not have a full understanding of what the Louvre really symbolizes for the French. The Louvre housed French royalty for centuries, limiting the palace's magnificent beauty to the elite eyes of a few. With the French populace's denunciation of the monarchy (the chopping of heads that followed) and the once and for all success of the French Republic, the Louvre was transformed. Once a marvel for a select few, the Louvre now represents the heart of France. A piece of architecture that speaks stories for itself, now houses some of the most incredible treasures of the world, now for all eyes to see. It is truly beautiful and only symbolic of what France has fought so very hard for. You must look at the pictures attached-they are absolutely marvelous!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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