We went to Paris, because Alex pained me with his francophob outbursts… this is the official version. the unofficial one, is that I wanted to see a very special part of the Louvre. which we did 
and Alex liked Paris.. I know only one person who hated it… Barb (see friends) . I will never stop wondering…
Louvre.. a dream.
time is not existing in Louvre. you enter it and loooose all senses.
you must see Nike, you must hear the noise of her movements, the sound of the wind, the smell of the sea… or the size of Sargon’s bulls, the genious of Gaudea… even the burberry mouse faited before Hammurabi’s stele… pthe poor thing was too tired from posing for me I have to make a folder with Burburry’s adventures… it has seen places, that hardly anyone has seen before
I shall detail on the pictures, whenever I have time and inspiration. all in all, it was a a very happy day…
