On my third visit to the The Louvre, there would, because of reasons best unknown, be no real crowd in front of the Mona Lisa; and as I stood, she would reveal to me, in words I could understand, the secrets of making enduring speak-to-me art.
Category: not adelaide
because whenever we travel we always like to spend a day or two going in circles
so see that building down the road a bit…
no, no, not that one, the one a bit further on…
yeah, that one, that’s it…
well, turns out that’s not actually where we wanted to go
which would be because the building where we wanted to go is in totally the opposite direction
(insert appropriate told you so music here, though I must say moral victories are inglorious things when celebrated in thirty five degree heat)
(captured on the mister’s blackberry – it all looks waaaay weirder in real life let me tell you)