Long Weekend in Paris, Louvre Day
Long weekend in Paris, and today went to the Louvre. First, though, the neighborhood around Place Saint-Augustin — the domed church squared off against a curved Haussmann block with a tricolore flying from the roof, scooters and bikes threading the cobbled intersection. From a rooftop we could pick out the Eiffel Tower across the city, with the white tethered balloon hanging off to one side of it.
Then the Louvre itself, which is hard to take in from ground level: a 12th-century fortress, then a royal palace, a public museum since 1793, now about 38,000 objects on display across 72,735 square meters. I. M. Pei's glass pyramid sits in the middle of all that stone, and the line into it — MUSÉE DU LOUVRE lettered over the door — folded back and forth through rope stanchions and out across the plaza. It's one of the most visited museums in the world, and in August you feel every bit of that in the Cour Napoléon.
The Bernini-derived Louis XIV rearing on his pedestal had a pigeon parked on his head the whole time we stood there.