Getting to the Louvre before the doors opened was a smart move; we skipped along in front of all the crowds that arrived later.
Of course we were overwhelmed with beauty, and quantity. Truly, things were so well-presented, especially the marbles.
If only we could have kept going for hours more--we hit our limit after three hours of looking.
I hope there will be a next time.
We saw the most famous pieces, but the Composer professed disappointment at the Mona Lisa; it was too big. After reading for so many years that she's smaller than people expect, he was looking for a postage-stamp sized painting. No dice.
For some reason Daisy had a bee in her bonnet about the Egyptian antiquities and wanted to see them all (only she called them "antique-ies").
We saw some, not all.
We also had, for the first time ever, roast chestnuts. In a paper cone.
And then went home, and, having feasted at the Louvre restaurant, picked up groceries for dinner. Some green-rinded French canteloupe that cut open to reveal a gloriously fragrant and firm interior, wonderful raspberries, nectarines, and yes, cheese that was smelly but tasted very, very good, even to the doubters.