We’ll need to go through memory lane as I’m still in the midst of surgery recovery. The past week I’ve had the attention of the gnat and haven’t gotten anything accomplished. The thought was there, the motivation wasn’t.

Digging out several unlabeled external hard drives, I figured it was high time I actually labeled them so I knew what was on there without having to open up a computer to do so. I’m also using to share my photo folders that I want the easiest access to. I decided the additional fee for 20 gigs was worth the great ease dropbox allows me to share files between computers and smart devices.

I’ve been to some pretty fun places the past few years and I thought tripping down memory lane would be a good idea as new material is lacking. So…let’s travel to…the Louvre in gran Paris. Seems a little lady has an intriguing smile that has left generations wondering what she was thinking.


She’s hard to capture as the guards keep all the visitors moving, and none are allowed to stop and spend time with her. So the view is fleeting and the moment elusive. Adding yet more mystery to this curious woman.

Curiosity killed the cat.

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  1. First in order: get well soon.
    Second: I like your shot of the Mona Lisa. Photographers, painters and bloggers ought to create such icons. Wouldn’t it be nice to write a post that was so often discussed and questioned?

    • Sorry Beth, somehow your comment got lost in the shuffle. I wish I was smart enough to go in depth to analyze the Mona Lisa and what she means and represents.

      Appreciate your well wishes, and so far I’m doing quite well.

      • I am neither an artist nor its implications, but I know what works for me. I minored in art in college; actually I should say I earned a teaching certificate. That is a far cry from being an expert. I once had dreams of being an artist and/or a writer, but life happened and I never was able to pursue my dream.

  2. Heck! I didn’t realize that the guards at the Louvre keep you moving. That is not how I like to visit museums or Art Galleries: I like to take my time and savour the picture and the moment. What is the point otherwise? Still, I am glad you managed to snap this most enigmatic of ladies and her inimitable smile. Good on you! And good luck with your trip down memory lane: they tend to be enjoyable most of the time. Here is a cheer for a speedy recovery and new material for your photo collection! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. When I was in high school – it was a Charter school – our French class took a trip to France (our teacher, also the principal was French). Of course we visited the Louvre…we had only an hour. I honestly don’t remember much about the actual art I saw mostly that it was an overwhelming place, incredible really even from outside. I think our own fast-paced race through the museum made it impossible to notice whether or not guards were moving people along. I don’t think I ever got to pay the lady a visit but I’m grateful we made it at all!

    The reflections off the glass make her even more elusive it seems, almost like a fog! I wonder if she gets tired having to entertain so many? Perhaps that’s the truth behind her subtle smile, she got tired of holding it. I bet she would have never imagined…

    Thanks for sharing and as before good luck with everything. This trip down memory lane I imagine will be fun for you, hopefully seeing the old images balance out the tiring task of cataloging!! Be well. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • You’re absolutely right ! Looking at old images is much more fun that cataloging. I’d do that anyday!

      We spent 3 hours with a guide that walked us back and for and gave us a art history lesson with the masterpieces within the main floor. Even then we didn’t even make a dent. We did get into the basement which was pretty cool and learned how it was once a castle for kings. Somehow think maybe a prison? But I could be making that up. Love paris and would love to go back!

      • Your tour sounds like it was eye opening, and more efficient than trying to gather all the information yourself. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I agree with you, Paris is a special place. When I was there I dyed half of my hair blue in the hotel’s sink. Then walked around with shiny silver knee high platform heels. A group of guys were walking behind my friend and I for a bit and they kept yelling at me, shouting “Disco boots! Disco boots!” I still have the boots, though they don’t fit anymore I will surely keep them. ๐Ÿ˜€

        • It was with a company called Paris Walks where there is no set fee. You pay the guide what you think their time is worth at the end. She was a art history student, and just loved sharing what she knows. It was really fun!

          Now you really painted a scene. Blue hair and disco boots ! Woo Hoo! A wild woman in Paris. Watch out!

        • It was pretty funny, a little unsettling as I was much younger than the group of guys behind us!

          What a great concept! I think I would love to have a tour like that. It seems like it would be more original especially with her being an art history student her energy was probably contagious. ๐Ÿ™‚

        • She wore us out. It was three full hours of really in depth art history. We’d walk back and forth to chronologically follow the development of art within the masters. I think she could have easily done 5 hours and still have tons left to share.

  4. Good luck with your recovery! Hope you are feeling better soon.

    I barely remember the Mona Lisa from my visit. Like you said, you can’t get very close to look at her. (And when I was there ~20yrs ago, you weren’t allowed to take photos!) I was far more interested in David’s “The Coronation of Napoleon” on the oppose wall which is absolutely amazing.

  5. Has anyone here heard of Stendhal Syndrome before? I happened to read about that recently and wondered how anyone could tell if such a reaction were genuine or faked.

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