For all the sights of Paris, what stunned us most was the sky.
Rain fell as we stood in line to enter the museum. We didn't mind. We like rain.
Inside for three hours, we immersed ourselves in paintings, experiencing the thrill of discovery -- perhaps in a work we did not know, perhaps in an unexpected emotion from a work we did.
But when we stepped outside, the sky had opened, and it overwhelmed us.
Going underground again to take the Metro held no appeal. As we walked, we thought about Monet trying to capture the reflection of the sky on his pond and the depth behind it. Though famously dissatisfied, he came closer than he thought.
How brave the artist who would try.
