|... the closest we will get to Egypt on this trip ...|
|... found in a farmer's field, 1828 ...|
We changed direction to head to the Greek, Roman and Etruscan marble statues from antiquity.
Bonnie is best at spotting the number beside the object for which there is dialogue on the audio guide.
The Venus de Milo is a show-stopper. Groups of guided tours went by us about every five minutes, all headed in her direction.
|... hooked up to our Nintendos in the Louvre ...|
"That is bad to say that about her," said Bonnie defending me.
"I said she will be a looser, not hopeless," said Rebecca.
I ignored the trash talk. I was able to punch those numbers into the Nintendo faster than I had imagined.
|... so much to see ... so little time ....|
Tired, hungry, suffering museum fatigue, we stopped for lunch and a pause before trying a new space, as Rebecca had suggested we do, earlier in the morning. I suppose the exit from the museum was as much fun as anything. Anyone who works at the museum gathers together in a carefully worked plan, acting as a net through which people cannot move backward. Hundreds of people began to move toward the exits. Maybe thousands -- all carefully channeled by museum personnel now with body language that let us know there would be no extra minutes looking at any of the treasures in the building.
"You are the last ones to turn in your audio guides. Now I can go home," said one worker to Rebecca as he packed up to leave.
The cloakroom attendants has an easy time finding our coats. There were no others left on the wire carousel. Hard not to hang onto to the very last minute in a museum when one has come so far.
My new secret fantasy would be to live here long enough to have seen all I want to see in that museum.