Musée du Louvre, oh my. It was incredible. I had studied Art History since I was 15 years old. I had read a 1000 page art history book from cover to cover, memorized thousands of images to pass an A.P. Art History test. I had sat in a dark auditorium of 300 students, listening to lectures and watching brillantly colored slides and suddenly here I was with the images I had devoted hours of study-- just inches from my hand. The canvases stretched from floor to ceiling. The marble and stone sculptures were so dense, it was a graveyard of frozen people and history. The rooms stretched on and on, yet I couldn't see enough.

Then suddenly, just as it had begun, we walked back out of the glass pyramid, onto the streets. The u-shaped buildings camouflaged the magnificent treasures inside and I felt a strange feeling as if I had time-warped out of Ancient Greece to modern day Paris in a matter of seconds. I was standing next to the Gap waiting by a bus stop, gazing at the roof of the Louvre.