And I’m exhausted. Today I went to Musée D’Orsay and saw the Edward Munch exhibition followed by their Impressionist gallery. I hailed a taxi for the very first time and I went to the Eiffel Tower with mom and Joanna.

I learned the I don’t care much for Munch’s work, and that there are many versions of most of his paintings done in different formats. Not just sketches, but fully detailed drawings and experiments in media. It seemed to me that he was overly occupied with death and illness, and he was also a very anxious man. Women freaked him out a bit I think.

From there I wandered into to impressionist’s gallery and realized I could take pictures:

And did you know Monet painted more than water lilies?

And some Degas:

Finally, this afternoon:

And tonight:

Tomorrow we take a train through the chunnel and begin the second half of our adventure.