Musee D’Orsay Moments

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Cold, rainy days were meant to be spent in museums. The list of things I love about Paris is practically endless, but the number of museums in the city ranks high on that list. That many of those museums are free is a wonderful bonus, but the ones that are not are without a doubt worth paying to visit.

One rainy morning in March, we made our way to the Musee d’Orsay. We arrived just before the doors opened and stood in the rain with a crowd of tourists, albeit in a shorter line because we knew to buy our tickets ahead of time. We don’t visit the Musee d’Orsay as often as we visit the Louvre, I admit. I can list all kind of small, silly reasons why. But the truth is simply that it is on the left bank and we always stay on the right bank, which makes the Louvre more convenient. The two museums are totally different, and both magical for their own reasons.

The Musee d’Orsay is housed in what was only briefly a train station. Much smaller than the Louvre, it houses a collection of more modern artworks that are still old by most standards. Degas’ ballerinas, which I love, live there. An immaculately minimal polar bear does, as well, and I love seeing him whenever I walk into the main hall. The nice thing about the Musee d’Orsay is that you can genuinely see all of the art in one visit, if you’re ambitious. We don’t often worry about it, because we prefer to simply wander and see what catches our eye. The fascinating thing about visiting museums over and over is that the pieces that intrigue you are somehow different each time.

Admittedly, my favourite part of the Musee d’Orsay is not art at all, but the clock. When the museum was a train station, clocks would have been all important, so there are several in the building. But the one on the top floor, which acts as a unique window through which to view the right bank of Paris, is the one I love best. It often appears on my instagram, because the sheer magnitude of its size is both beautiful and a bit baffling, especially in person.

We haven’t made it to the Art Gallery in Winnipeg yet, despite my good intentions. But I have a few days off coming up and I plan to change that then. In the meantime, I just keep reminiscing about lovely Parisian museums. Happy Friday!