My experience visiting the Mona Lisa was being disappointed how small it was hanging on the wall, looking even smaller surrounded by all the protective glass, and then even smaller because of how far back the crowd has to stand.
That was a split second thought, interrupted by being aggressively pushed forward so that people behind me could get a better look with their cameras, while I’m pushing back, trying not to trample a tiny kid standing in front of me. Easily the worst part of my visit to France was seeing the Mona Lisa.
My experience visiting the Mona Lisa was being disappointed how small it was hanging on the wall, looking even smaller surrounded by all the protective glass, and then even smaller because of how far back the crowd has to stand.
That was a split second thought, interrupted by being aggressively pushed forward so that people behind me could get a better look with their cameras, while I’m pushing back, trying not to trample a tiny kid standing in front of me. Easily the worst part of my visit to France was seeing the Mona Lisa.
See, I came prepared. I actually knew what the Mona Lisa looked like already
And so when I came to see the Mona Lisa, I came to see the madness surrounding a tiny, kind of mid painting