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Close your eyes to avoid this profanity...
The first of what I predict will be a series of Maylen-isms from dear Maylen, poet extraordinaire (that toilet poem in French, oh goodness)...after I forced us to get off the wrong metro stop:
Ah yes...Franglais...methinks I shall write a book on all the Maylen-isms my friend spouts.
Yesterday, Naomi and I ventured into the Louvre...it was incredibly...LARGE. Or rather, splendiforously overwhelmingly gigantic. Silly me wore my "come hither" boots, which pinch dreadfully when worn for intervals of more than 20 minutes...we walked almost 3 hours in the marbled galleries, the ornamented salons and balastruded corridors....
We also viewed "La Joconde" known to touristy Americans everywhere as "The Mona Lisa." For fear of blaspheming this sacred object of tourist devotion...I shall say that it was not very impressive. Encaged in a plastic contraption and endowed with 3 of its own private guards, "La Joconde" was smaller than I'd imagined, though her look was just as secretive, almost taunting. As for me, I preferred the French paintings of the 18-19th centuries, which I am conveniently studying. I went to the gallery with all the large scale works of Jacques-Louis David, and I told myself, I could spend hours and hours just looking at each tableau...
We also went to see Napoleon III's apartments, which were stunning in the typically over-luxurious, matching-velvet-drapery-lots-of-funny-shaped-fauteuils-gold leafed mirrors-crystal chandeliers-faded-carpet way. Voila some pictures.
You will also note that the last picture is of me preening before a statue. What you do not see/hear are the ill-behaved middle school children above and behind me who were pointing to me and saying "Look at that Chinese person." Please, I am not a novelty that you can make fun of. Go find one of the 5 million other Chinese tourists to poke fun at, ok?
Gorgeous, ridiculous, ceiling.
Grand salon.
entrance to grand salon
Grand dining hall (although the carpet is this nasty orange-rusty-pretending to be geometric pattern...which does not match the furniture at all, like it was a very bad afterthought)
Isn't she gorgeous? I meant the statue, silly!
The first of what I predict will be a series of Maylen-isms from dear Maylen, poet extraordinaire (that toilet poem in French, oh goodness)...after I forced us to get off the wrong metro stop:
"Où the fuck sommes-nous??"
Ah yes...Franglais...methinks I shall write a book on all the Maylen-isms my friend spouts.
Yesterday, Naomi and I ventured into the Louvre...it was incredibly...LARGE. Or rather, splendiforously overwhelmingly gigantic. Silly me wore my "come hither" boots, which pinch dreadfully when worn for intervals of more than 20 minutes...we walked almost 3 hours in the marbled galleries, the ornamented salons and balastruded corridors....
We also viewed "La Joconde" known to touristy Americans everywhere as "The Mona Lisa." For fear of blaspheming this sacred object of tourist devotion...I shall say that it was not very impressive. Encaged in a plastic contraption and endowed with 3 of its own private guards, "La Joconde" was smaller than I'd imagined, though her look was just as secretive, almost taunting. As for me, I preferred the French paintings of the 18-19th centuries, which I am conveniently studying. I went to the gallery with all the large scale works of Jacques-Louis David, and I told myself, I could spend hours and hours just looking at each tableau...
We also went to see Napoleon III's apartments, which were stunning in the typically over-luxurious, matching-velvet-drapery-lots-of-funny-shaped-fauteuils-gold leafed mirrors-crystal chandeliers-faded-carpet way. Voila some pictures.
You will also note that the last picture is of me preening before a statue. What you do not see/hear are the ill-behaved middle school children above and behind me who were pointing to me and saying "Look at that Chinese person." Please, I am not a novelty that you can make fun of. Go find one of the 5 million other Chinese tourists to poke fun at, ok?
Gorgeous, ridiculous, ceiling.
Grand salon.
entrance to grand salon
Grand dining hall (although the carpet is this nasty orange-rusty-pretending to be geometric pattern...which does not match the furniture at all, like it was a very bad afterthought)
Isn't she gorgeous? I meant the statue, silly!
posted by Kate | 8:43 AM
1 Comments:
lol ah but do all the other 5 million chinese tourists pose so prettily before a statue in come-hither boots? ;)
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