Paris, Chaque jour je vous espère.

After an amazing drunken night through the streets of Paris, I wasn't in the mood for anything overly outrageous. I got up and went for breakfast with the girls. Shortly after, I came back up to pack my stuff, I had to change rooms for my last night in Paris. The girls also packed theirs and put it in storage, they were moving in to their apartment later today. Orsay museum was scheduled and we headed out after breakfast.

After riding through the Metros of Paris for half an hour, we made it to the Museum.

I'm don't know much about paintings or sculptures and my knowledge of different genres or styles are limited. In fact my only endeavour in the field has been limited to an introductory ancient Greek art class and Facebook Graffiti. However, I feel my lack of kowledge and education in the field, gives me an unbiased perspective when it comes to appreciating each piece. Since I have no idea who the artist is, when the work was created, what type of category it falls under or anything else a real critic considers when judging a painting, I simply look and try to find the feeling the piece evokes. If it reminds me of a personal memory, if it conjures an emotion or reveals a personal message: that's what I judge it by.

There were definitely some pieces that I could sit and stare at for hours. This one by Monet, for example, as simple as it was, I found very captivating. But my favourite was a painting called a beggar woman, by Hugues Merle. It was an odd piece among all the other fantasized, nude works that were featured in the same section. The artist had done an amazing job of capturing the pain and misery of his subject. Her hopeless eyes and painful expression along with a desperate body language evoked the same feelings in me.

We walked through the museum and checked out the Monet, Manet and Van Gogh exhibitions. I had already been the Louvre so getting a chance to visit Musée d'Orsay was great.

We got back to the hostel, the girls took off to find their apartment. The sensory overload of visiting a Parisian Museum had drained me. I had a light dinner and took it easy for the rest of the evening.