My entire day was spent enjoying its beauty before heading down to the Latin Quarter for dinner, and cooked wine with herbs.
Last time I was here, Degas’ La Petite Danseuse wasn’t encased in a glass box as she is now (testament to shitty people), and that made me sad. I remember the first time I saw her, I thought Degas touched this ribbon and this tule, a distinctly different thought than comes to mind when looking at his oil on canvas. As much as I wanted to touch her, I did not. Others have not been so kind, it seems.
Today, I am grateful for:
1. Seeing live one of my favourite paintings – Millet’s Le Printemps.
2. The perfect salad dressing. When I arrived in Paris for the first time in my teens, a chef decided to teach me the secret of a salad dressing – onions, garlic, dijon, lemon, salt, and pepper. I tasted it again tonight and it was heaven.
3. Being told I have a beautiful smile.