My Mother’s Voice

Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that  it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The  woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you.  My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today.  My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place.  Sounding like a cross between

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Dreaming of France: Guarding the Louvre

When we entered the grounds of the Louvre, this gentleman, standing as still as the statues within its walls, gave us our first glimpse of not only the dizzying financial value of the treasures housed within its walls, but the importance of the Louvre as France's most beloved cultural institution. 



Home to some of the most famous and valuable works of art in the entire world—the Mona Lisa alone was last valued in 1962 at $100 million, and is presumably worth many times that now—and the museum, as the most visited tourist site in Paris, is worth much more than that. 


Over 8 million people visit the Louvre every year and when we were there this past spring, I have to admit it felt as though most of them had come to see the Mona Lisa that same morning. For anyone who wanted to linger and really look at DaVinci's masterpiece—like moi—it was a frustrating experience. 


Liberty Leading the People / Eugene Delacroix

Still, there is so much to see at the Louvre, there is no time to linger in front of the Mona Lisa waiting for a quiet moment. It won't come. Of course, not everyone who visits the Louvre is an art lover but presumably with over 35,000 pieces of art lining its walls and hallways there is something that will stir one to awe. 



Or perhaps a visit to the Louvre is simply an item to be checked off the bucket list?


Posted for Dreaming of France at An Accidental Blog

Comments

  1. Yes, I agree that the crowds around the most popular pieces of art are claustrophobic, and simply turning in the other direction results in some of the most amazing art pieces that aren't clogged with visitors. I love that the crowds drive me to discover other works of art.
    Thanks for sharing and thanks for playing along with Dreaming of France. Here’s my Dreaming of France meme

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