Le Louvre.

This place is incredible. Amazing. Under the pyramid. An entire ballroom in gold leaf.  Mona Lisa. (These people need to move. I can't believe Tom Hanks was in here alone. Well, him and a film crew. Made it to the front. There she is.) Mona Lisa. Winged Victory. Venus de Milo. Egypt. Mummies. Kings. Crowns. Beautiful floors. Tiaras. Paintings. Ceilings that put most museums to shame. Slowing down. Getting tired. Time to go. This way to the exit. Nope. Dead end. Here's an exit sign. Riding an elevator. Huh. Only goes down one floor. To one room. Back up the stairs. Is there only one freakin' door? In a museum the size of Maryland? Oh crap. There's Venus de Milo. Again. HOW DO YOU GET OUT OF HERE? Ooh. A stream of fresh-looking, non-overstimulated people. Must be getting close to the entrance. Victory! Actual, for real, this way out exit!

The Louvre truly is glorious and incredible. I may have liked the building, the details and the decor even more than the artwork. But next time, I'm leaving a trail of bread crumbs.