The Louvre, that capstone diamond of the crown upon the head of the art world. A place so full of phenomenal pieces and the works of the masters that it would take days and weeks to see them all; even if you spent a mere minute in front of each one. The last count was upwards of thirty thousand pieces of artwork within the hallowed halls of that fine establishment.

I was fortunate enough during my time living in Europe to

DaVinci's fair maiden: The Mona Lisa

visit the Louvre twice, once in March and once more on my birthday. That means I had the privilege of standing before the Mona Lisa or the astoundingly large works of Jacques-Loius David not just on one occasion, but two! One of which was my twenty-first birthday, can’t beat that.

To be blunt I loved the Louvre. Waltzing down the aisles of Italian paintings, circling Neoclassical statuary and withering under the gaze of Rembrandt’s self-portraits suited me just fine. I ate up every succulent second of my time there. Each time I got caught up in an artistic haze that made my head literally spin. Its just such an incredible place, after all it was the ex-palace of French Royal families prior to the construction of Versailles. As such, the whole building is exquisitely decadent, airy, and vast with its impossibly high ceilings and never ending hallways.

While I have always been a fan of Rembrandt and the works of the Netherlands, I found myself irresistibly drawn to the galleries of Italian and French Paintings. Particularly works from the Romantic period such as The Raft of the Medussa. I believe these

The Raft of the Medussa

hallways are where I spent the majority of my time. This is partially because they are so gargantuan and take up such a large part of the museum, but also simply because I loved their collection of paintings.

However, you can’t entirely spend your time in those sections. I thoroughly enjoyed the statue rooms. Not so much the early Greek and Egyptian works, there is only so much of the kouros form one can withstand at one time, but most definitely the Hellenistic works. I also enjoyed the Neoclassical statues, since they are so inspired by the Late Classical period and Hellenism this comes as no shock.

There is still a scuff on the heel of my Clarks from the elevator of the Louvre. A souvenir I happily wear, its another glorious scar on my shoes from trouncing around Europe.