There was a perpetual, freezing drizzle that day in Paris and the ground appeared to be in a cold sweat.
And despite the chill, we still saw several people jogging in short shorts.
We made our way to the best museum I’ve ever been to, Le Louvre, and worked our way toward the Mona Lisa. And I have to say — it was entirely underwhelming.
The museum is filled with thousands of priceless paintings. Humanity will never see comparable achievements again, and pieces that appear touched by the hand of God.
In hallway after hallway, I was blown away.
I marveled at Napoleon’s apartment, with its golden ceilings and walls covered in masterful art — and its opulent 5,000 lb chandelier hanging from above: