*Gallic shrug*
Sep. 14th, 2011 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhat kind of idiot goes to the museum that holds his Favourite Painting in the World Ever, and spends all the day there, and doesn't remember until they are exhausted and leaving that his Favourite Painting in the World Ever is somewhere in the galleries behind him?
Yup. That's my kind of idiot.
Hippolyte Flandrin, alas, must wait for another day. No matter: we're definitely coming back to Paris.
Meanwhile we have seen the Winged Samothrace of Victory (I remain convinced that a samothrace is a creature, not a place at all), and many other things. Not quite all the things, but close. And now we are home and I am roasting a poulet noir in butter, with a tray of vegetables beneath to snare the juices; and the flat is filling with smoky steam but hey, we can have the windows open, for it is a warm Paris evening and we are just that cool.
Yup. That's my kind of idiot.
Hippolyte Flandrin, alas, must wait for another day. No matter: we're definitely coming back to Paris.
Meanwhile we have seen the Winged Samothrace of Victory (I remain convinced that a samothrace is a creature, not a place at all), and many other things. Not quite all the things, but close. And now we are home and I am roasting a poulet noir in butter, with a tray of vegetables beneath to snare the juices; and the flat is filling with smoky steam but hey, we can have the windows open, for it is a warm Paris evening and we are just that cool.