The National Museum of the Legion of Honour

Hopping off the Batobus at the Musée d’Orsay stop, we had already decided to pop in to look at Le Musée Nationale de la Légion d’Honneur. I had originally wanted to go into Le Musée d’Orsay to see the art within, but it was the last day, was now exhausted, so a quicker look at the smaller gallery was chosen.

What a wonderful museum, not prominently on the Tourist list. Entrée involved a small circus with the Concierge who, conspriring with a wink to W, made a flamboyant comedy of checking Madame’s bags. This finished with his coming around his desk and planting a hug upon me, to which I blushingly said “Oh, Monsieur, L’Amour!?”, to which words, he seemed a little bashful!

The history represented in here was fascinating, the art exquisite, and the medals also exquisite. The medals were beautiful and I would imagine very expensive to the State.

This wonderful sojourn ended all to swiftly, with a guard suddenly announcing early closure. I remarked that the closure time on signage was several hours away, to which he replied “revenir demain!” Sadly we would not be able to do this.

A further encounter with our lovely Concierge recovered my parcel containing some gifts for adult children, he folding the bag with dramatized exaggeration, exactly as it had been presented, “Je retourne ce cadeau pour vos enfants adultes, exactement, Madam….Hon!Hon!Hon! ( a French laugh!)”.


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