Goodness, that brings back memories. I was 11 or 12 when I first went to Paris.
The Eiffel Tower was *wrong*. It wasn't shiny black the way it was *supposed* to be, it was a rusty brown. I wasn't impressed - and Daddy wouldn't let us wait in line (aka all day long) to go all the way up to the top.
I was extremely disappointment with the Mona Lisa, which I'd expected to be H.U.G.E. She was way smaller than she was "supposed" to be AND she was green! (I understand she's been cleaned since then. The whole painting had definite olive overtones when I first saw it, in pre-bulletproof glass days.)
The Venus de Milo was smaller than I'd expected to, but was still impressive (especially when her boobies were uncovered!) And, OMG, impressive is too mild a word to describe my first sight of Winged Victory. That is one truly *awesome* sculpture.
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The Eiffel Tower was *wrong*. It wasn't shiny black the way it was *supposed* to be, it was a rusty brown. I wasn't impressed - and Daddy wouldn't let us wait in line (aka all day long) to go all the way up to the top.
I was extremely disappointment with the Mona Lisa, which I'd expected to be H.U.G.E. She was way smaller than she was "supposed" to be AND she was green! (I understand she's been cleaned since then. The whole painting had definite olive overtones when I first saw it, in pre-bulletproof glass days.)
The Venus de Milo was smaller than I'd expected to, but was still impressive (especially when her boobies were uncovered!) And, OMG, impressive is too mild a word to describe my first sight of Winged Victory. That is one truly *awesome* sculpture.
Thanks for sharing your birthday memories.