I wandered the deserted streets of Monmartre at dawn after, judging by the debris in the streets, quite a rowdy Friday night. At the summit of the butte Montmartre and inside Sacré-Cœur Basilica, I paid my respects to love and loneliness. It was gloomy and it rained so I felt like an actor… the sunrise was not quite as picturesque as I had heard is possible in the dawn hours with the sun creeping onto beloved Paris, but c’est la vie! Upon my descent I slipped into a local boulangerie for an eclair and perhaps the greatest cannelés of life. Vive my sweet tooth.
I sketched the Louvre all day today. What a mess that scene was. I got there at opening, which is really the only way to go. I was there something close to 7 hours total, and I still couldn’t see it all. Mona looked as good as ever (even if it is a replica on display – haha ), but I was blown away by the Titian’s and the Ingres’. Those dudes could lay some oil.
Sketching in a museum presents a rare opportnity for me. It’s close to that feeling of being on stage playing rock-n-roll… curious people strolling through constantly glaring, comparing, and judging. It’s a strange pressure that I feel that becomes an inspiring motivation, again much like a performance. Anyhoo, these are the ones that came off well today. More to come hopefully. The Orsay will be tomorrow… but what will I do at dawn?