A Day at the Museum D'Orsay -- Traveling Through Paintings #10
Welcome on a tour through one of the most amazing art exhibitions in Paris!
Actually, there are almost too many museums to count there; and if you are fortunate to visit Paris one day you should plan plenty of time for discovering the world of art!
The museum I am inviting you to today is Museé d'Orsay 😊
Museé d'Orsay resides in a very large hall which was originally a train station. Now it is rebuilt into a museum and houses one of the most famous paintings from Van Gogh to Monet and Renoir (just to name a few), but houses also statues and several intriguing art collections.
Come walk with me as we travel through the many paintings 👩🌾
The group of people had vanished together with the hooded man and I still stood here as I had entered. Intrigued by this encounter I carefully walked towards the place where the people had exited. The woman on the statue did not seem to pay me any attention and I was not interested in getting too close to her as the lions were still roaming about. I could not possibly imagine what was going on here and so I decided to quickly walk down the hallway and follow the people I had seen.
There was a door, rather large and ominous looking of which I could barely make out its contours. Only a little light flickered and reflected on the walls here; I could not see any handle or means of opening it and so I just pushed it a little.
Through the crack I could see something quite odd: A big, well lit room, which looked completely different from the halls I was standing in. In fact, it looked like it was somewhere completely else.
A man was sitting there, smoking with a rather serious demeanor and looking almost straight at me. I thought that he had seen me looking through the door, but then I saw that his eyes moved away. He did not seem to notice me. I decided to enter this strange place and when I did, nobody really payed any attention. A second man sat a few meters beside him with a brush in his hands and meticulously worked on his canvas - he was painting a portrait of this man.
I came a little bit closer, and the men still did not seem to be bothered by my presence and so I made myself comfortable on the couch. The room was rather beautiful and a true artist's atelier: countless paintings decorated the walls between two very large windows through which the morning light protruded. A sweet scent permeated the air and flowers in all kinds of colors stood in vases on the furniture. I relaxed and let myself be taken in by all of this.