To my delight, I had to go through two long exhibits (one
thematic, one chronological) of ancient Egyptian art and
artifacts. I've always been fascinated by Pharaonic Egypt.
This statue was unlabeled, but it was so beautiful and
well-lit that I photographed it without knowing where or
when it was from.
The Winged Victory had a large landing to herself. She was
much smaller than I'd expected, and there were dozens of
people photographing her. (You've probably all seen pictures
of her, which is why I'm not including one here. Ditto for
Venus de Milo, who was also being photographed by the hordes.)
After looking at all the ancient Egyptian musical instruments
and games and food utensils and sarcophagi and wall paintings
and baskets and weapons and statuary and mummies, I headed
for the large French paintings. The rooms full of paintings
are just insane. The rooms themselves are beautiful, with
immensely high ceiling, and the walls are nearly covered
with paintings, some ten feet off the floor. Oh, look,
it's Géricault's Raft of the Medusa.
And there's Ingres' Grande Odalisque, and
about a dozen dozen other paintings, each of which could
probably stand up to several hours' scrutiny. Utterly