As soon as I set foot into the Louvre, I began to feel strangely unwell. Actually, this was not the first time I had felt this bizarre sensation since being in Paris. I would randomly start to feel alarmingly nauseous throughout the holiday. In fact, on the first day I fainted in the shower and cut my arm with a razor I was holding. Now I am guilty of being a google symptom searcher and since being home I diagnosed myself with something called ‘Paris syndrome.’ Which is some form of culture shock that causes physical symptoms, although I am unsure as it is usually found amongst Japanese tourists. (Source)
As we finally entered the museum, we found ourselves amongst what I can only describe as a circus of chaos. Crowds of tourists rummaging around like a strong current. How can one think, let alone admire art in such an environment?