I have gone back and read every single post of my blog, and the website before, these last few weeks. It makes me wonder why anybody would continue to visit. There are a few brave souls. The last ten years or so were totally repetition with photos of the same places over and over again as I kept returning to them. The photos were new, just not the sites. I wish I could write like I did when I first came to Paris when everything was new to me. It all just sort of poured out of me. So, I’ve sort of lost interest in posting here. I’m still on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter and have even done a bit on Threads. That’s just photos with little comment required or wanted. I hope you will check me out there. I may get back here from time to time.

The photo is the staircase at the Jacquemart Andre Museum.

Jacquemart André Museum

I’ve been to this museum before. The building itself was built by Edouard André, from a Protestant banking family and he devoted his fortune to buying works of art. His mansion was completed in 1875. He wife, Nélie Jacquemart, an artist herself, bequeathed it and its collections to the Institut de France as a museum and it opened to the public in 1913. It’s full of paintings by Italian artists such as Bellini. The reason I made my return visit to this museum was to see a Rembrandt exhibition. As most know, he was a Dutch painter and is considered one of the greatest painters and printmakers in European art. He lived and created in what is called the Dutch Golden Age. He did many self portraits, life like and without personal vanity, some of which were on exhibit here in the museum. There were also Biblical scenes and examples of his etching. He was considered a master of etching in his lifetime, the greatest in fact. Few of his paintings ever left the Dutch Republic while he lived but his prints were circulated all over Europe and his popularity was based on them alone for years. I’m a fan of his paintings myself and have seen The Night Watch and it was just breathtaking. His paintings glow somehow, and there is such powerful work with light and shadow. I read that he never used blue or green in his paintings and, when I think about it, all I remember are browns, blacks and ochre. In his personal life, although he made quite a bit of money, he didn’t handle it well and was always in debt. When he died he was buried in an unmarked grave reserved for the poor if you can imagine that. I went early on a weekend morning hoping to avoid crowds but had to fight my way past people and groups having tours with a guide. I don’t enjoy looking at exhibits this way but enjoyed seeing Rembrandt’s works nontheless. If I had had a dust cloth with me and no guards watching, I would have given some of the frames a good dusting. I couldn’t believe they weren’t cleaned before the showing. I didn’t get any photos of the exhibit. I was good and didn’t even try to sneak one in.

This is one of the favorites of many people, mine too. It’s part of the permanent collection.

A look at one of the walls leading into another room, rather palatial. The architect, Henri Parent, came in second to Garnier in a contest to build the Paris Opera House, so went all out in this mansion to show what he could do.

This was the smoking room where men retired after dinner for cigars and pipes.

The room on the second floor looked down into the entry area below. Musicians also played up here during parties.

This is called the Winter Garden and is considered the most lovely area in the mansion. It was designed in the period of Napoleon III in which there was a characteristic art of entertaining. It was an area women came to cool down and relax a bit when the other rooms got too crowded and hot. This creative design idea was copied from England which consisted of arranging pots of plants, many exotic, under a glass roof. It leads to a really lovely staircase.

A look through a window at a bit of the exterior architecture. The mansion is found on Haussman avenue in Haussmann’s redesigned Paris, an area once full of mansions and elegant living. The museum also has a very nice restaurant but I have never eaten there as there is always a line waiting to get in.

Jacquemart Andre Museum

As I was in the neighborhood, or so I thought being lost for a while, I decided to drop in and visit the Jacquemart Andre Museum. It’s a small museum and not visited by huge crowds like the Louvre. It is housed in the former home of Jacquemart Andre and his wife, lovers of art, and was built to show off their massive collections and is now run by the Institute de France.


Here we are at last.


One of two grand staircases going to the second floor.


Heading towards the garden room.


This girl is seen on the front of the brochure sold by the museum. I forgot to see who she was. Looking at it now, I bet those were real flowers.


The view from the landing up above. There was paintings and sculptures everywhere including a show of a French artist named Boudin who I am not familiar with but I really liked his paintings. He was friends with Monet and encouraged him to paint full time but was not an impressionist. (You know, since I saw the Boudin exhibit, I have seen his name or paintings, about six times-whatever that means.)


They have a very nice tea room there selling salads and desserts.