I’ll have a full-blown Paris trip post next week, but for now we’re going to talk about one of my favorite buildings in the world. Musée d’Orsay, train-station-turned-art-museum, hits way more buttons for me than its famous counterpart, the Louvre. On my last visit to the Louvre, it felt SMASHED full of people only there to get photos with its two most eminent ladies, Mona + Venus. So yeah, I checked off the tourist box on a Paris visit ages ago. But as far as museums I’ll go back to again + again, Musee d’Orsay absolutely makes the cut.
Look at that light! All those windows! The color palette! I could sit here all day + not even get to the artwork. One of the museum’s restaurants is nestled up behind an old clock-face-turned-window and while the food is overpriced, the view is definitely not.
And then we get to the artwork. I’m a fan of the impressionists over all other eras, and Musée d’Orsay has a great collection (of course, you want l’Orangerie if you need to go hardcore Impressionist in your art-viewing, but d’Orsay is still fantastic).
Paris is one of those cities that’s full of almost tangible creative energy. Art, architecture, history fuses together into this amazing bouquet + you just can’t help catching the bug. Musée d’Orsay, like the rest of the city, is layered with the stories of all three: history, art + architecture. When I find myself in places like this one, that dormant creator, so often neglected in favor of life’s (sometimes) necessary minutia, starts to dream again.
We all need that reminder sometimes, don’t we?