What truly makes us fall in love with Europe is its history. Deep-rooted, rich, and omnipresent, it’s impossible not to drink it in.
It’s humbling that the same cobblestone streets were crowded with travelers, traders, and locals thousands of years ago. And Paris, of course, is no exception.
The only way to explain Paris is that it’s grand. In both size and splendor, the entire city is huge. In all of my travels, I have never felt so small.
Anyways, today’s post is about the Louvre – which, like the city it’s in, is ridiculously, overwhelmingly huge. To even call it a museum feels insufficient. I don’t know exactly what to call it or how to explain it, and I’m running out of adjectives, so just trust me. It’s something you have to see for yourself.
I could probably spend a week in here and still not see everything. Unfortunately, we only got to run around one of the museum’s three giant wings. I did get to see the hall of Greek & Roman sculptures, which I was stoked about. We also found the Mona Lisa, which was the only disappointing thing about Paris. Not to hate on Leonardo Da Vinci, but the painting is surprisingly plain and small in person.
Here’s a few snippets from the lovely, lovely Louvre – I wish I had more, but we were literally running through the place to see as much as we could before they closed! Again, trust me – you gotta see this one yourself!