Day 28- Tuesday 5 July

So, morning, reading, then our morning class was held first at the Musee des Arts Decoratifs, a newer wing of the Louvre that contained objects and furniture from maybe the early eighteenth century onwards, then we had a break in which I perused the collections we hadn't toured together, then French met up at the Maison de Balzac, where the prolific author whose novel we're currently reading used to live, then we rendez-voused at Reid Hall after another bit of a break, because the weaklings [and I] were hungry, where we discussed that day's reading more extensively and our soon-to-be-due assignment on a place of our choice that had been described in one of our readings from the eighteenth century. By this point it was almost seven, actually, so I just stopped at a Fanprix [supermarket] and am now at the apartment, tiiiiired.

Carrousel du Louvre, that shiny thing at the end of the corridor is an inverse of a smaller pyramid:

inside the Musee des Arts Decoratifs, this is some fake-Chinese French paraphernalia:

and some porcelain fruit, very fashionable:

looking down on a special exhibition on cars:

still inside the museum, now in the twenty-first century floor:

my favourite room, a sort of theater, with replicas of chairs from the fifties and the projector was showing clips from French things made at the time that showed weird fashions and furniture that were trendy [because they were clips from movies, tv shows, ads, so on]:

aaaah! absolutely the cutest, most pathetic hat ever, complete with a real owl, in a section of the wing that was animal-oriented and had various things made from the pelts of other things from throughout the twentieth century on display:

and then there was a toy section, with old Snoopies and Ninja Turtles but also a section on an influential Czech designer:

and this is the Maison de Balzac:

yup, and this is where he wrote a fair bit [apparently just under a hundred stories, plays and novels]:

Today, today Maria told me that my putting my bag on the table 'n'est pas normal,' and I have done this every day for four, four weeks.