Sept 20-24—ParisDay 1—Louvre
I had been craving for this moment for a very, very, very long time. You would have no idea of how hard I tried to control my tapping feet while waiting for the metro. Father is a painter, he taught me painting when I was a lad. Later, when I grew up, I read a lot of books on western art histroy. Though I was then quite clear about its development track and different styles along the chronological line, all I had touched were nothing but letters and, to the best, prints. Now, right under the crystal pyramid, myriads of treasures surrounded waiting for my personal exploration. Can you believe it?
Just to share with you some, actually a lot, of my favourite sculptures:
- Diane d’Anet (Diana of Anet). This marble sculpture of Diana, surrounded by her dogs ...