The Louvre (loohv) is one of the most famous art museums in the world, located in the center of Paris. Now, I'm in French III. I love the language and the culture, but I try not to talk about Paris too much because, well, if you've ever been into any American shopping mall ever...
...I feel it's become a tad cliché. I mean, gorgeous! But cliché.
But this is something Parisian that I really just can't get over. My teacher showed it to us in French today, and...and...welp. o-o
You don't need to watch it with sound, but I recommend it, because the music's really pretty.
(I don't trust Blogger with videos, so here's a link to it on YouTube.)
When my teacher asked the class how many people had been to the Louvre, the anticipated answer was maybe two or three kids. But no. No! Nearly half the class raised their hands. Now, that's fine. Good for them! I'm glad! So long as they don't take it for granted. But when one girl was asked how she liked it, she only said, "eh, it was cool," and proceeded to stare at her laptop, vastly uninterested with the topic.
Are you kidding me? It was cool? I go to the Fine Arts and Natural History museums at the U and I freak out like a little kid. I end up taking four minutes of video of snails for pete's sake! (Which are actually pretty cool. You should see them, really.)
Now, I have to be careful about calling people out on taking things for granted, because I live in a wealthy neighborhood in a very wealthy country. But she got to go to Paris! She got to test her broken, third-year French on actual people! And she got to go to the Louvre.
Actually, maybe I should set something straight. In science museums, I become like a little kid. In art museums, I really become a sort of pretentious culture sponge. I have to be careful not to get all faux-deep on those around me. At least, that's true last I checked. It's been too long: another reason I should be in the Louvre right now.
Okay, well right now it's actually like 3:30 AM there, but my point still stands.
Anyways. One of my many adolescent dreams.
The other thing I wanted to point out in this post - just a small thing - was this:
In English, we recently read To Kill A Mockingbird, which many people may think is a pain-in-the-ass book to read. If you're thinking that, and you have to read it like I did, just hold true 'till part two (heh, rhyme). Pay close attention to the characters, because the farther you read, the more attached you get, and the more interesting and meaningful the book becomes. (There will be fangirling, too.) It's beautiful, if a little sad. In my experience, most beautiful stories are pretty sad. That's just how it works.
And also Scout is adorable. (I might have to work on my transitions.)
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But so, anyways, read the book, then watch the movie, and then go to the Louvre. I insist.
-Allie
I WENT TO THE LOUVRE ONCE!
ReplyDeleteIt was super cool, and I brought Mr. Puffin and took lotsa pictures.
Wait, why am I telling you this? You obviously already know.
Huh.
:I