(This is part of my series of recaps about traveling to England and France last year from October 25 – November 8th, 2011)
Here is the thing, I adore the Musée d’Orsay. Focusing primarily on French artwork from the mid 1800s – early 1900s (which is super decorative and opulent), the museum itself is housed inside the most gorgeous, Beaux-Arts former railroad station– which itself is decorative and opulent to the gills.
It is my most favorite museum in the world and in the handful of times I’ve had the opportunity to visit Paris I always make a bee-line for it and draw for hours. This place inspires me like crazy, I would stay in here for days if they let me.
My entire reason for coming to Paris in the first place (Matt haaaaates big cities in general and Paris in particular) was to 1) meet my internet friend, Mr. Pan, and 2) draw in the Musée d’Orsay. This was already the second day of our two-and-a-half-day long stay in Paris, tomorrow we’d be leaving around noon to catch our train to Strasbourg. Honestly, I was pretty heartbroken that I would be missing out on it this time. (I know, I know, First World Problems and all that, but really, this place means a lot to me.)
We ducked under shelter of another building’s awning while we figured out what to do from here. Already soaked through and with no rain gear whatsoever, the prospect of walking all the way back to our hostel (45 minutes away, I think) in that state was just not an option right then.
We needed shelter.
We needed… an over-priced cafe called Le Royal Orsay.
We tea’ed ourselves and leisurely waited out the worst of the downpour, Matt with his book and me with my sketchpad.
It wound up being nice a little stay, long enough for the rain to let up some– though that dang line to the museum never did. It turns out they were having some… special occasion that day? Which is why a million and a half people were waiting patiently for hours in a downpour to get in. SIGH!