We stayed until the museum closed. The highlight for me was easily this painting, which I have been obsessed with for years, and had no idea was even at the Louvre. Her expression has always entranced me. It’s much more personal (and theatrical) than most paintings of the area. I tried to copy it more than once (with dismal results, as you can imagine).
|Young orphan girl at the cemetery, Delacroix, 1823-24|
The queue was so long that the sun was almost down by the time we got up there. We walked up, because the queue for the stairs was shorter than the one for the elevator. It still took over an hour… and then we had to start climbing!
…But the view was worth it.
We even got to watch the tower do it’s hourly sparkle from three different points of view, perhaps the most unique of which was in the elevator on the way down.