It’s my favourite one, Musée d’Orsay. Unpopular opinion in this city, but I will always prefer it here to any other.

My entire day was spent enjoying its beauty before heading down to the Latin Quarter for dinner, and cooked wine with herbs.

Last time I was here, Degas’ La Petite Danseuse wasn’t encased in a glass box as she is now (testament to shitty people), and that made me sad. I remember the first time I saw her, I thought Degas touched this ribbon and this tule, a distinctly different thought than comes to mind when looking at his oil on canvas. As much as I wanted to touch her, I did not. Others have not been so kind, it seems.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Seeing live one of my favourite paintings – Millet’s Le Printemps.
2. The perfect salad dressing. When I arrived in Paris for the first time in my teens, a chef decided to teach me the secret of a salad dressing – onions, garlic, dijon, lemon, salt, and pepper. I tasted it again tonight and it was heaven.
3. Being told I have a beautiful smile.

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