Today was Operation Louvre, the plan: sleep away the morning then attack the Louvre with the ferocity and intensity of a lion in a heard of gazelles. Okay, probably not the best analogy, but you get the idea... I began with the ancient Greek relics and bummed around for awhile before heading up to browse through the Greek and Roman antiquities. I still can't decide which was more fun, watching the silly tourists trying to pronounce the French words written on the cards describing the art, or actually looking at the sculptures... After a brief encounter with the busts of the Emperors of Rome, I pushed my way through the crowd to the Italian painting section. I wandered among the greatest collection of art in the world... I had a brief encounter with Mona Lisa, before being pushed out of the way by a Japanese tourist with a camera. I finally made it out of the Grande Gallery and decided to make my way up to the much quieter section of the museum that housed the Northern European Art. The Rubens room was filled with floor to ceiling canvases and even better, comfy couches. I took a quick snooze on one of them... sorry Ruben. When I woke up I walked to the Vermeer room and I discovered it was closed. I threw a minor temper tantrum and then decided that my blood sugar was low and I should go and get a crepe. Louvre, good... crepe, even better! I joined Jenny again tonight at a free concert in the park. The park was hard to find and I got a little lost trying to find it. It seems like I have been getting lost a lot in Paris.