Don’t know if I mentioned it here, but if I were to do it again, I would shoot a little different. There would be so much detail work in these statues, each would need a couple of perspectives. A set up shot.
A shot of the whole sculpture.
And a shot of all the horse penis. Never forget the horse penis. What I really mean is close ups. Grabbing even more detail than in this particular epic. I only did it once, and upon reflection feel like I missed out.
jon
And that’s where the similarities end. Well, I guess we also have cars, buildings, bicycles and the like. But without actual French, we’ll never be the Paris of the Midwest.
On second thought, that’s a really boring tree stump.
About five minutes later I found the placard with the artists name. Until then, I was really confused what this was supposed to be.
Strolling hand in hand in the Paris rain. I’d take it.
jon
Turns out Napoleon rode his horse naked. Guess its better than the other way around.
Shortly after these nice folks, the armed men with semi-automatics came through the gate. Don’t worry, they were military.
The day brightened up for a spell.
The fountain made a geyser for these two. I just missed their little make out session. Oh, look. Somebody’s nose is sticking into the picture. What up proboscis?
I have no idea what’s tickling this horse’s belly. Fortunately, he seems nonplussed about it. Hate to have a “plussed” horse when riding into battle.
jon
Didn’t get to go in. Also rained outside. Best of both worlds, right?
They should have kept it's old name, Musée Napoléon. He was such a nice guy.
Years ago I saw a documentary on I.M. Pei. I now say he is my favorite architect, mainly because he is the only one I can name. Guess I should have watched more T.V.
The musee is pretty big. Apparently not the largest, but the most visited.
jon
The Metro
Walking away from city hall
Another famous bridge.
Advertizing /graffiti sticker
Just checked. Still can’t read French, have no idea what this sign says.
jon
A grocery list. A to do list. A plan for world domination. Wait, what? Man, now I forgot why I got this pen and pad in the first place.
jon
With a rusty chain, no less. When in ‘Rome”, Take that children!!! Muahahaha, your suffering is my joy!
jon
It’s the city hall. Adorned with various sculptures and names. I have no idea who all the people were, but they looked important. I mean, they were adorning a building after all.
The public spaces were rarely as empty as this. If I remember correctly, everyone else was hiding from the rain. Wusses.
See, adorned.
Milwaukee’s city hall isn’t so well protected. I know this, because I use the bathroom there on occasion.
jon
After Paris, I really want a motorcycle. And a leather outfit. And a cool helmet, then I could zoom, weave, and rock my way through traffic in Milwaukee. Or, I could just continue to bike. Tough call.
jon
The red panda. He looks so freakishly cuddly. I mean, I’m getting this warm and fuzzy feeling right this very second. I swear, I am going to hug the next thing I see…… There, much better.
jon
Better watch it. It could take off at any moment. It is well documented that French buildings are the wiliest of them all. Hey! I saw that. You just go right back to where you were Mr. Building. Either that, or the guy in bronze is having a staring contest with the guy sculpted on to the façade.
jon
Yes people. Find out from where you came.
From creepy bones? Yes, I think so. And check out the muscle dude raising his hand to sky. I don’t think I would be so triumphant had I lost all my skin.
Like every building in Paris, the architecture was imposing.
Yes. This is indeed an orangutan strangling a person. Take that man! You think you’ve risen, huh? Well I’ll just put you right back in your place.
jon
