Orsay
I am in Paris. I went to the Musée d’Orsay. I was overwhelmed. A whole room for him, and many of his greatest works.
He has exhausted me. But everytime I feel I am drowning, he smiles.
Sat across from a young man today on the train who is travelling around Europe following Van Gogh, Hemingway, and Baudelaire. I am not really so surprised by these things anymore.
I am still trying to write up the entirety of my Nuenen visit. I am on page 54 in my journal. Wow.
Ok, time to collapse.
Tomorrow to Arles!
When I last visited there they had three up. You are soooooooo lucky. Or perhaps the better word is blessed.
Blessings on all you seekers, wanderers, lovers…
Lucky and blessed, Timmy.
Thank you for the blessings, Kathryn. I take those seriously.