Paris, France: The (naked) sculptures of the Louvre

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This is one post in a series of articles about our visit to Paris.


When I told my mom I was writing about our time in Paris, she asked, “Are you going to talk about the naked men?”  She was referring, of course, to the collection of sculptures that we saw at the Louvre, which, yes, did include quite a few nude male subjects.

“I’ve told all of my friends that there were lots of sculptures of naked men, and they look at me like I’m crazy, so now I can show them.”

Of the many fascinating artifacts we saw at the Louvre, the thing that most stands out to mom is the naked men.

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Paris, France: The Louvre (Part I)

Exploring the many wonders of the Louvre

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Chandelier from Napoleon III’s apartment

This is one post in a series of articles about our visit to Paris.


We spent an afternoon at the Louvre, my sister, mom, Dale and I, and what a completely inadequate amount of time it was.  Of course, even if we had a week to devote to this enormous museum, it wouldn’t be enough, what with the 35,000 works it has on display.  But we did the best we could in the time we had.

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Paris, France: The Eiffel Tower

Experiencing this French beauty with my mother and sister

Ronica, me, mom, and Dale, on the summit observation tower of the Eiffel Tower
Ronica, me, mom, and Dale, on the summit observation deck of the Eiffel Tower

This is one post in a series of articles about our visit to Paris.


A little over a week ago my mother had an endarterectomy, a “rotor rooter” procedure that cleared a large blockage from her left carotid artery.  The surgery, if not major, certainly wasn’t routine, and while the outcome of the procedure was a success, she’s taking some time to recover.

Dale and I have been staying with her to assist with the recuperation process.  I’ll admit it’s sometimes hard to face the fact that she’s not getting any younger, but I’m also happy to have this time with her.  I’ve had many wonderful moments with my mother, and this seems like a good time to reflect on one of them–our trip to Paris.

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