Major Meltdown & Mass Hysteria……

Oh My! Mona LIsa!

Oh My! Mona LIsa!

Getting to the spot where I could stop and take this picture was a major accomplishment in Paris.  First, we had to stand in a line that stretched around the entire patio, in the pouring rain, of which most of us were ill-prepared .  An hour earlier the skies were grey but dry as we watched the Tour de France pedal their way by the Louvre, so when the skies opened up there were many, many of us that sought out shelter in the Louvre.

The Mona Lisa was  #2 on my wish list for Paris so I was tickled pink that the weather provided us with this perfect time for an indoor activity.   Finally, after a severe soaking, we entered the glass pyramid, rode the escalator, got our tickets, (ez line time here) and entered the museum.

The Louvre is quite the labyrinth and having a map to the painting didn’t really help us find it easily.  We tried asking the museum attendants but the language barrier and their interest in helping us didn’t help, much.

After about an hours worth of aimless wandering thru sculptures, ancient tools & technology, and French Renaissance furnishings, my beloved granddaughter had had enough.  Her resistance began slowly but escalated quickly over the next few display rooms.  By the time we’d gotten to the area where there were actual paintings of that era  she was in the throws of a full, unrestricted, hysterical melt down that only a 7-year old Taurus can produce.  She wanted out.  Now.   Her mother and her other grandmother were with me as we all took turns to try to calm her down.  Nothing seemed to work.  Worse of all, we kept getting lost and needed to keep doubling back to find the Mona Lisa.  There was no way I was leaving without seeing that painting!  I hoped that the other adults felt the same as I didn’t want to be the sole reason for this child’s unrelenting suffering.

Finally, we found the doorway into the room where she was hanging.  I don’t know exactly what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw at first glance.   She was hanging at the far end of a large room on a wall by herself.  A security bar kept everyone a safe distance way.  There was a crowd and we were in the back.  My granddaughter quieted down.

I got goosebumps!

And, there’s more to this story to come, but not now.   Have a nice day.

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