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English McCrobie Elizabeth Manion Vacation Not 9-14-09
Over my summer vacation I did not get a piece of art work published in the Louvre in France. if I had though, it would have gone somthing like this. My entire family, even though they demanded to sit in different sections of the plane, came with me to Paris. In my possession at all times was my french-english dictionary to make sure I didn't say anything wrong when we got to France . When we landed and got off the plane- or l'avion in french- we found our rental cars. I rode with my mom and stepdad, while my dad, stepmom, stepsister and brother rode in a different car to the hotel. The revealing wasn't untill tomorrow, so we had the day to get used to the time change. When we got to the hotel du Louvre, we found out that I was given my own private Pissaro suite, and my brother had to sleep with my mom and stepdad. The other room was shared by my dad, stepmom and stepsister. When I found my room, after twenty minutes, I was amazed to find six floor-to-ceiling windows, and jacuzzi in one room and a "Hammam" Or Turkish sauna in another room, a huge sound system and a walk-in closet to name a few things. I knew I'd dread leaving. What made it better was the Louvre was paying for it all. we only had to pay for rental cars, meals-excluding dinner that night and the next night, and any shopping we did. I flopped on the huge bed and smiled to myself. The next three days would be great. I looked over at the bedside table and spotted a small note near the phone that said "Madamoisselle Manion." I picked it and the other side of the note said "24 heures du service a chambre." I smiled to myself, knowing it meant "24 hour room service." I looked at the clock, it was 5 pm, or about noon back in the states. Either way it was time for a meal of some sort, and I was hungry. After talking to my family about getting food I got dressed in a green dress and we headed downstairs. We ate dinner at the "Defender bar" knowing we'd eat in the "Brasserie du Louvre" tomorrow. That, and no one wanted a huge meal. The next day started quickly. The wake-up call I received was spoken completely in french, and first thing in the morning, I wasn't ready for french. The man speaking seemed nice enough, so instead of hanging up on him, I managed to figure out what to say "D'accord, arreter sil vous plait." The man stopped his calm speech, and simpley said "D'accord, au revoir." and hung up. I did the same and rubbed my eyes sleepilly. The entire day was going to be spent in the Louvre untill the 4 o'clock revealing. I got dressed in a pair of brown pants, an orange tank top, and a brown jacket over it. I almost tripped over a realatively big box laying in my doorway. I picked it up and brought it inside. On the tag was written "Madamoiselle Manion." As I opened it I wondered what it could be. on top of the tissue paper layed a note. I glanced at it "Thank God it's english." I said. the note simply said: "thank you got your contribution to our museum. Please take this in honor of our gratitude." Henri Loyrette, Museum Director. I moved away the tissue paper and gasped. There was my painting, framed, and sitting comfortably in the box. I knew it wasn't the original, but it was still cool to get a gift from the director of the Louvre. I moved the paper back over it and hit it in the walk-in closet. After a quick breakfast, we headed to the Louvre. When we got there, my name was all over the place. I felt like a celebrity. Well, technically I was. I was one of the youngest artists to have my art here. I was kind of a big deal. We got in for free, and started our tour in the Egyptian Antiquities exhibit. I could barely focus on any of the heiroglyphs. We finally made our way to the room I wanted to see the most. The line was amazingly short for what it was I wanted to see. When I finally got there, I gasped. The Mona Lisa we even more amazing than I had dreamed. Soon, it came to be time for the unveiling. We gathered around a frame with a sheet over it. We waited for the museum director to get there patiently. When he got there he looked right at e and smiled. He unclipped the rope and made a gesture that told me to join him next to my painting. I did so, and stood next to my painting. He stood next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "We now present to you, the first work of American Elizabeth Manion." he started. his thick french accent echoed through the hall. He grabbed the sheet, and gave a slight tug. Slowly the sheet fell, revealing a single eye in the upper left-hand corner, a nose positioned so it was facing the left, and a pair of thin lips in a slight smile. It was simple, yet elegant I heard someone say during dinner. All I remember is a few bright flashes from photographers, and shaking the director's hand. The next thing I knew was I was ordering lobster tail at "Le Brasserie du Louvre" almost an hour later. After all the excitement, I was tired, so as soon as we got to the hotel I went to bed. Tomorrow would be full of shopping and sightseeing. the next morning I woke up to birds singing instead of a french man. I smiled to myself and got dressed. the day went by so fast I barely remember it. We saw the Eiffle Tower from almost everywhere we went. Before we knew it, we were back on the plane, returning home. And that, is exactly what I did not do during my summer vacation.
Lea_tai615 · Wed Sep 16, 2009 @ 02:05am · 0 Comments |
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