On their tour yesterday they just drove past the Louvre. But today on their own they went in – I trust that the line was not as long as pictured in yesterday’s Google image. The numbers of visitors in 1934 were fewer than in more recent years.
They saw pictures by Rubens, Van Dyck, Hals-Portraits, Murillo, Michael Angelo, The ngelus, The Reader, The Spring, Dance of the Nymphs, Mon Lisa. In sculpture, The Victory of Samothrace, Venus de Milo, Diana, the Lizard Killer.
They shopped in the Louvre Department Store and then went back to their hotel to drop off their purchases. (In a future blog I’ll list all the gifts my mother purchased during this trip.)
They had tea at the Miramar and then went on to American Express, then had fun shopping at Aux Trois Quartiers.
They walked up Faubourg St Honore, then across toward the Seine, then walked and walked until they got to the Eiffel Tower just as it closed. They were crushed. Had an Eskimo Pie to cheer themselves on. They walked up toward the Trocadero and across to the Champs Elysees. Had a grand dinner of melon, jellied lobster, ice cream at Marignan, a new cafe. They felt entirely silly so laughed almost all the way home.
Lute Player Frans Hals Venus de Milo
Stairway – Miramar Hotel Paris
Place de la République (old Postcard)