This is the first story in a four-part series
about the 15th anniversary trip my
artist wife and I took to Paris.
There we stood; waiting in line at the Louvre. I had bought her an annual membership for our anniversary, in part, to avoid this.
Five minutes earlier we had passed through the member’s entrance at the Louvre. I had flashed my subsidiary membership card, and we breezed through the metal detector.
Once inside, however, we had to swing by la Société des Amis du Louvre (Friends of the Louvre Society).
The society’s reception office is tucked away across the giant main foyer from the main information desk.
As soon as we rounded the corner to enter the office, there it was… the line. A line we had to wait in. There was no way to avoid it.
Our car was gone!
When we left the restaurant after celebrating my artist wife’s 30th birthday, we strolled casually to the parking lot with the fluorescent beams of light glowing above the pavement under the half moon.
As we rounded the corner of the building, our little Honda Civic was not there. The spot we had left our car in was filled with a black SUV.
Frantically, my artist wife whipped her head around in every direction hunting for any sign of our maroon-coloured little economy car.
There I sat on my hotel bed in Paris. My artist wife lay beside luxuriating in the white hotel bathrobe as we unwound from our busy day in the City of Lights.
She was reading a story while I was tapping out another 500-word Saturday Morning Story on my new MacBook. It was her 15th anniversary gift to me. We had just used my gift to her — a membership to the Louvre.
As I tapped out the story, I decided that it could wait. Instead, today I provide you — free of charge — 10 of my immediate observations about the Louvre fresh from that same night, mere hours after I returned from the world’s most famous museum.