Imagining Yourself Drenched in Bling at the Louvre in Paris
Tucked away in a corner of the vast Louvre is a moment frozen in time, as perfect as a Fabergé egg: the apartments of Napoleon III, last monarch of France. Just a few blocks away, Marie Antoinette lost her head to revolutionaries decrying her royal excesses, but after a generation of chaos, decadence was back with a vengeance. Here, luxury unknown since the reign of the Sun King surrounds you: glimmering crystal, rich velvet, gold, and porcelain. Even the potted palms look polished. This may be as close as most of us ever get to the champagne wishes and caviar dreams of imperial Europe.
Tucked away in a corner of the vast Louvre is a moment frozen in time, as perfect as a Fabergé egg: the apartments of Napoleon III, last monarch of France. Just a few blocks away, Marie Antoinette lost her head to revolutionaries decrying her royal excesses, but after a generation of chaos, decadence was back with a vengeance. Here, luxury unknown since the reign of the Sun King surrounds you: glimmering crystal, rich velvet, gold, and porcelain. Even the potted palms look polished. This may be as close as most of us ever get to the champagne wishes and caviar dreams of imperial Europe.
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