Their Impressionist and Post-Impressionist collection was absolutely stunning, and I spent the entire day wandering and taking some notes and sketches of ideas for my new series (no photos allowed, not even in the cafeteria, LOL). It was a thoroughly enjoyable day, and I was sad when they kicked us out at 5:45...I would have slept in there if I could.
I went out for a walk along the Seine, but the weather was just too bitterly cold with the wind, so I went and found a nice cafe with strong outdoor heaters and had a ham and cheese crepe with some salad, and then headed in.
The new room is so tiny, it's like a jail cell or a room in a hospital institution. But, it's quiet, and warmer than the other, even though the mattress is a little lumpy, again, it's quiet. I found the source of the incessant hideous music last night--the cafe next door. I couldn't endure another night of that, so I took another room in desperation, and this little closet was the only one they had. At least it's cheaper, and quiet. I don't really care about it being literally 9 feet by 9 feet. I only spend a little time in here anyway.
So, out for more reference material tomorrow, and also more sightseeing. I may attempt the Catacombes...or, the Louvre followed by the Musee D'leOrangerie...it depends on the weather.
Now, if only the Sandman hadn't stayed in America...he is a real asshole. He's never around when you want him ;-)