When we first arrived, we stopped to watch some guys break-dancing in front of the museum. I should probably say that they were learning to break dance. Break dancers in training, if you will. They had the desire, but they had a ways to go. (I am totally spoiled by having seen amazing breaking on So You Think You Can Dance and America's Best Dance Crew.)
How in the world did they get these things in here??
A girl sketching. I wish I could do this!
Possibly my favorite part of the museum (you know how I love text). Just lists of things that people like about living in Paris. I was inspired.
The funniest gargoyle I've ever seen. Jill named it "jet lag".
As always, when I look at sculpture, I am just amazed. I cannot fathom how anyone can start with stone and get things that look like draping fabric, hands, faces, lace. How do they do it??
Jill felt a blister coming on, but fortunately she had brought her blister band-aids with her, and so could do some preventive covering. So smart.
As we strolled up to this, I said, "oh look, a skeleton holding an apple." Then we got closer, and Max said, "Mom, the skeleton is actually holding a heart." Oops. That's so much creepier.
Museum study.
Museum fatigue.
It seems you can't go anywhere that has wide open spaces without seeing displays like this. One man kept coming up to us and saying, "Bling, bling, 1 euro." It's hard to believe, but I was somehow able to resist his sales pitch.
We took Eva down to the carousel, it was her promised reward for being good in the museum.
Then we bought more churros. Jill got one that looks like a J!We got a late start and didn't leave until 2:30 or so. When we got back, it was 7:00 and I had to go to the grocery store, make dinner, give Eva a bath and get her to bed, and then plan sharing time for the next day. I was a mess. I do so much better when we get out earlier in the day and then come home earlier. I need to remember that.
