L'après-midi d'un Petit Palais

I always have a lovely time when I go to this museum. It's near me, free, and usually not full of people pushing one aside to take a million photos of a cliché painting or sculpture. There is one Monet in the PP, that's it. No ubiquitous works of art, so I like it because it makes me think and open my eyes and mind to things I haven't been told I must find spectacular.

The place itself alone is worth a visit. There are gorgeous mosaics on the ground level entrance and magnificent, subtle and charming ceilings. It's a place that allows one to roam at one's own pace, it isn't stuffy. It's got an art nouveau feel to it... freeing and delightful.

I was disappointed because they moved the one Delacroix painting they have (had?) and this was the main reason I went there yday. But I enjoyed it.

I love this floor (and this sculpture):

Reflets dans l'eau

There is a professional photo of the Palais reflected in the wee artificial pond in the courtyard garden. I saw it yday and it made me want to take a couple and see how they'd turn out. Not brilliant. I couldn't get enough of the borders of the pond to appear in the photo, which is a pity because it's a most tasteful combination of blues and yellow/orange mosaic. Still, it isn't too bad.

Snail pace

Walking in a museum slowly allows one to see in a different way. Yes, my back starts to hurt if I walk slowly, but I think it would have been a shame to miss this:

How long do you think it'll take this tiny escargot to see everything in the Petit Palais? Good thing it didn't choose the Louvre...