|What's this?! An outfit of the day?!|
Anything or anywhere I am willing to queue for is backed by a real need for me to be there. It's the same for you I'm sure. So if I'm willing to queue despite poor outer garment choice on a windy day, with a mere cereal bar for sustenance, you know it had to be at the top of my list for places to visit. I am pleased to report that the Musée d'Orsay was absolutely worth the wait.
In some ways it is wonderful that you aren't allowed to take photographs of the actual exhibits. I definitely fall into the category of snap happy shutterbug, especially when roaming a beautiful city, but I have been left to question whether this sucks the fun out of everything slightly. M is the opposite to me in that he has never owned a camera, only has about 3 photos on his phone and prefers to store all the memories in his head instead, he says. He feels that if you capture your holiday through photographs, you will have a tendency each time you think about the holiday to only think of it through photographs, therefore potentially missing out the little moments that reallllyyyyy make a holiday. Is it true that when you remember something you are only remembering the last time you thought of it? I read that somewhere and ought to check its accuracy, but it is an interesting concept. How much of what we think is organic and how much is a rehash of the thoughts we put there last time?
On an aside, how lovely is my friend A and how pretty is her outfit? I can't say this is going to become a space for fashion observations but you know, Paris, A and the weather were all so lovely, we had to put them all together.
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