A trip to the magnificent Louvre museum with Mark Twain. Well actually Mark Twain himself never got there, but he wrote about not getting there in “The Innocents Abroad”, and that satirical anecdote about what happens to unwary, blustery Americans tourists overseas when paired with guides with lucrative side lines (and I know from experience this still happens to tourists in many places overseas) made its way into my musical beTwixt, beTween & beTWAIN. I’ll share that little musical bon bon of Mark Twain’s bon mots, along with pictures of the Louvre as it stands now.
And I do mean to focus on the Louvre, the French royal palace of old, turned into a museum, and a magnificent work of art in its own right. A closer look at art work exhibited in the Louvre itself, with one or two exceptions, will be reserved for another time, I think. For today the Louvre itself is the star, this grand sprawling museum/palace; accompanied by a musical rendition of Mark Twain’s ill fated attempt to get there by carriage with a group of American tourists he affectionally calls Pilgrims, who have been taking the first cross-Atlantic pleasure cruise in history in 1867.
The carriage – an open barouche – was ready. Ferguson mounted beside the driver, and we whirled away.
We’re riding by barouche to the Louvre
Americans en route to the Louvre
The point is surely moot that the Louvre
The Pilgrims in Pa-ree
Dan happened to mention that he thought of buying three or four silk dress patterns for presents.
After twenty minutes the carriage stopped.
Zis is ze finest silk magasin in Paris – ze most celebrate.
We told you to take us to the palace of the Louvre
I suppose ze gentlemen say he wish to buy some silk.
You are not required to ‘suppose’ things for the party, Ferguson. We will do such ‘supposing’ as is really necessary to be done. Drive on.