Sunday at the Museum

We're back from our outing to the museum. Jackson is now sleeping, moaning about son dos, ses pieds, and ses souliers. He hasn't gotten his museum legs (feet) yet.

Musee de L'Orangerie was closed from 2000-2006 for work (?). It's located close to the apartment at the end of the Tuileries Gardens. It was selected and designed by Monet to present his enormous Les Nymphéas (Lily Pads) murals, which are housed in two huge rooms. The museum used to be the location where Napoleon stored his freshest and best supply of oranges for royalty and dignitaries, thus the name.

The lighting in the mural rooms was odd - it made us look gray like the day. However, it certainly enhanced the subtle colors of the paintings.

Downstairs is an impressive collection of works by Renoir, Cezanne, Sisley, Matisse, Modigliani, and Picasso. This one, Claude Renoir en Clown, in particular, made me wonder what was going through this child's mind when he was posing for his father. Did he get a cut of the sale price to make up for the humiliation? Bad Daddy, Pierre-Auguste!