MERCI, MUSEE D’ORSAY

A beautiful Friday in Paris began with extended time at the Musée d’Orsay and the vast collection of Impressionist artworks. The number of Monet and Manet and VanGogh and Sisley and Cézanne and Pissarro and. . . Make my head spin! My secret obsession with Art Nouveau was satisfied here as well, with furnishings and paintings and glass defined by those sinuous whiplash lines and subtle color palettes. A special exhibit of Baltic art from Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania evoked the dark history of that region, but offered hope in some lovely landscapes. We gathered for some urban sketching in Le Jardine de Tuileries overlooking the Louvre. I love Paris.