Paris was such an interesting combination of large and small. It’s difficult not to be struck by how many enormous and enormously beautiful buildings there are. And the enormous egos and energies that it took to create them.
Additionally, the amount of detail involved was staggering. No anonymous, graceless office buildings these, but intricately detailed spaces.
Sometimes it was all I could absorb, the painstaking details of the personal necessity of these spaces.
As we approached the massive facade of the Louvre, I asked my son, “Can you even imagine conceiving of something so massive? Of designing something so large and in such detail?”
Without a glance to me, his gaze steady on the building all the time, he said, “Yes. I can.” And I marveled some more.