les jolies rues: Les plafonds

In New York I rarely look up to observe the ceilings of rooms, they're usually drab or deteriorating.

In Paris however, I find myself constantly looking up! Sometimes I feel that I might be missing out on a very important/beautiful part of a room and its history if I my eyes don't wander to the to the ceiling. Yesterday, for the first time ever, I went to the Louvre. [I have been avoiding it because it's so huge and I know that I will just want to spend as much time as possible there. So as a result, I have visited plenty of other museums that are also wonderful, just not as daunting and gorgeous as the Louvre] I tried sticking to just Italian Sculpture (XIV century to be specific) but it was impossible! Every room I entered was a new treat and while I admired all the artwork I saw (Delacroix! Goya! Raphael! Vasquez!), gazing at the ceilings was equally enjoyable.

And yes, I also saw La Gioconda, I never imagined how I would feel when I would see it. To be quite honest, I feel that I didn't appreciate her, or Leonardo DaVinci's labor because there were just so many people. Oh well, I still have 5 more months here to celebrate art!