A few weekends ago (I’m a failure and don’t remember exactly when this was, so you’ll have to put up with some vague dating in this post…) I met some friends to go to a parade in the Goutte d’Or, the area that I’m writing my thesis about. Unfortunately, we were too late to see the parade, but we decided not to make our outing a complete waste and head over to the Louvre to take advantage of our Louvre passes.
As always at the Louvre, I was struck by the sheer size of the museum, and the fact that the majority of the visitors can be found in approximately 5% of the museum. On this particular day we decided to visit the sculpture wing, which was shockingly empty for a Saturday during the summer in Paris (The Husband and I have developed a new found dislike for tourists (sorry all you tourists out there) after one of them ripped my dress on the metro the other day).
My advice? Go see the sculpture wing, especially if you’re a Doctor Who fan. Nothing says exciting-Saturday-afternoon like a jaunt amongst tons of potential weeping angels.