Getting Louvred

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All travel disasters are not inevitable. You may visit Mexico City without gastric distress. You may safari through Tanzania without being mauled by a lion. But if you visit Paris, no matter how careful you are, you will ultimately end up visiting the Louvre. This last disaster happened to me on my most recent trip to France, and, having made it out alive, I hereby report on my discoveries from within that most terrifying of places.

The Louvre has several million visitors each year, and thanks to careful design, it can easily accommodate them, as long as none of them wish to visit the restroom, eat, or view art.

Fortunately, the worst crowds can be avoided through a simple technique: never go in the direction marked "this way to the Mona Lisa." At times, this will require jumping head first through a glass window. (Note: Always check first to make sure that you are not diving head first through a highly realistic landscape painting, as this may result in your being marooned in 17th century Denmark.)

The aforementioned directional signs, by the way, refer to a common but incorrect belief about the Louvre: that it houses the Mona Lisa. In fact, the painting was stolen in 1987, and rather than admit the loss, French President Francois Mitterand hired a crack team of Japanese actors with cameras to block any access to the spot on the wall where the work once hung. This is no great loss, as, prior to the theft, visitors were often disappointed to discover that the painting was far smaller than they had imagined. It is shown here, actual size: Experts hold out little hope for the painting's return, as they believe it may have been accidentally stuck to an envelope as postage and mailed to an unknown location.

Fortunately, the Louvre still has many exciting and important exhibits. Among them are: several items of clothing that were worn by either Napoleon Bonaparte or a chihuahua; countless Rennaissance masterpieces; and a banana that was once handled by Peter Lorre.

The history of the Louvre is as fascinating as the items contained therein. The building was begun in 1546 under Henry IV, who, fearful that his favorite paintings might eventually fade, sought a way to block them from the sunlight with multiple layers of heavy stone, tinted glass, and hungry, ill-tempered visitors. In the late 18th century, the extravagantly ornate building became one of the flashpoints of Revolutionary anger, as ordinary citizens resented being forced to spend hours wandering around the Louvre in thick, suffocating crowds while the King sat in a café eating pastries and snickering. After the Revolution, thanks to the adoption of the Universal Rights of Man, no French citizen may be forced to enter the museum, although foreigners founds wandering the streets after nightfall may be sentenced to as much as 5 hours within the building.


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Toby said:

I have been committed to the Louvre, twice. The first was in 1987 (apparently just before or just after the theft of the Mona Lisa. I couldn't tell with all the Japanese tourists in the way. Oh sure, I could see over their heads, but they kept sticking their cameras in the air for the "I'll just point in its general direction and the film will do the rest" snapshot). The highlight of that stay was that when I finally found a bench with enough space for me to sit down, I sat staring at the painting in front of me for several minutes before I realized it was the Delacroix reproduced on the 100 franc bill. I think that might be worth about a euro or two today. The second time in the Louvre, I ended up wandering around a wing of dollhouses and dollhouse accessories for a good 30 minutes before finding a hallway that led to a different part of the museum. While I was there I randomly ran into a guy from my high school. We both chose to decline asking why the other was in the dollhouse wing. In any case, after my second trip, I now have the skills to explore some blind canyons in the Southwest.

Pogo said:

I was once drawn into the Louvre. I was quite small at the time. I vaugely remember looking at some pictures of fruit which, if you stare long enough tilt your head a strange way and squint, vaugely resemble people. I also remember looking at some sort of twisted green thing, and then looking at a "restored" version to find it was actually a helm that had been dropped in a moat. Clumsy clumsy knights. The highlight of my trip was lying on the floor in the main lobby because poor little me was exhausted from moving through a crowded maze of walls. Naturally, I was nearly trampled to death.

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