In a bid to salvage my decidedly mundane week, I hit the Petit Palais on the way home. I have yet to visit its big sister, the Grand Palais (judging by the queue and number of police cars lined up outside it on this particular day, I think I made the right choice), but this museum, built for the 1900 World's Fair, is one of my favourite buildings in Paris. I love the portraits of Parisian women best of all - in the mid-nineteenth century, it's hard to imagine an English woman willingly being painted in her boudoir, much less in shimmery silk with a flirtatious twinkle in her eye, and yet in France, somehow, it just seems logical.
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