Seeing a girl, mistaken for life + extra side

"Oh~" the senior sister nodded with a long voice, staring at me with smart eyes, very cute.

"Your reaction is so weak." I stretched out my hand to smooth the broken hair by Sister Li's ear.

"Then why not?" Senior sister gave me a blank look.

The two walked into the painting hall all the way, bickering.Fouquet's "Portrait of Charles VII", Raphael's "The Beautiful Gardener", Ingres's "Turkish Bath".Of course, the most famous is Da Vinci's immortal work "Mona Lisa".

This painting was placed in the hall, and the outside was carefully covered with glass, and soft lights were scattered around the glass cover, which was enough for those who admired it to see the details of the picture clearly.

Mona Lisa is dignified and handsome, with a deep, gentle smile on her face.The strange thing is that no matter which angle you look at, she always keeps smiling.

My eyes are fixed on this painting, her face is glowing red, her hair is hanging down her shoulders, her deep eyes are so soft, her lips are not like deliberately blended colors but real colors, she Her smile sometimes makes me feel gentle and elegant, and sometimes makes me feel a little sad. Although she is beautiful, she is inaccessible. Her gentle eyes are always looking at you gently, vivid and unusual, as if she is by your side.

Leonardo da Vinci's brushes are beautiful, vivid, and delicate.It is very emotional.

Somewhat involuntarily, I took out my camera and took pictures from all angles. I couldn't find the shutter button on my excited face.

The senior sister stood beside me and covered her mouth with a chuckle, her silver bell-like laughter flowed into my ears. "Stupid."

"Hey hey, just be silly when you see this "Eternal Smile"." I touched my hot earlobe and said to my senior.

When we left here, my mind was still filled with the appearance of this painting, and I think this memory will not fade away after a long time.

After a brief tour of the Treasure Hall, my stomach growled out of time, and I raised my hand to look at my watch, "It's past two o'clock."

It's time to leave the Louvre, with a lot of reluctance. There are still many museums in it that I haven't visited. If I still have time after seeing some attractions in Paris, I plan to come again and carefully read the behind the artwork. Story, try to understand this work as much as possible.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat." I touched my flat belly.

"Okay, let's go." When the food was mentioned, the senior sister was a little excited.

(Reminder: Although there are restaurants all over the streets in France, many restaurants are small and there are not many seats. It is recommended to make an appointment in advance.)

Walk into one of the more popular restaurants near the Seine.Warm sunshine shines on the quaint European-style streets.Randomly ordered some food.

Appetizer: Parma ham, asparagus, walnuts and Italian cheese slices.

Main Course: Beef Normandy with Beef Marrow ([-] servings in one pot.)

Dessert: Napoleon Cake.Souffle served with toffee.

There are also coffee desserts.

The ham on the plate is extraordinarily delicious, the fat flows out from the meat, the meat that can be cut without special effort, has a unique spice.

Sitting in the shop watching the endless stream of people, chatting and laughing at each other, all reflect the leisurely life of Parisians.

The beef is soft yet tasteful, chew in your mouth and served with a unique sauce.

The soufflé cake, like jelly, bounces up immediately when the spoon is lightly pressed.The rich milky aroma stimulated my nasal cavity, I took a spoonful of it lightly, put it in my mouth, it exploded instantly, broke down in my mouth like foam, and melted in my mouth, leaving a mouthful of aroma.

Seeing the senior sister digging hard, she tapped on the table and said to her, "I'm going out to buy something."

Went to the bakery and bought a box of macarons.Slowly walked back to the shop and put macarons on the table.

"How can you not taste authentic macarons when you come to France? The boss told me that this is the most popular among girls." I smiled and handed her one.

Eat one by yourself, the moment the macaron enters the mouth, the sourness of raspberry and the sweetness of mango are combined through the cream. The macaron round cake with matcha is really delicious, I feel like I want to put my tongue It was swallowed.

When I wanted to reach for one again, I found that the senior, just like Hu Duzi, put the macaron in front of me and looked at me.I retracted my hand embarrassingly, and looked out the window.

Then the two sat on a bench in the square and watched the flow of people pass by.

I have to say that the pigeons in Paris are really scary, not afraid of people at all.I looked into my senior's interested eyes, ran to a roadside stall, bought some French bread, and handed it to my senior.

"You can hello." He smiled at the senior sister.

Watching the senior sister break some bread, put it in the palm of her hand, and raise her hand.A few pigeons fluttered their wings, scrambling to stand on the little hand of the senior sister, eating food.

I don't know if it's because the pigeons also find her very attractive, and they all stop beside the senior sister, and a few bold ones are still standing on the senior sister's shoulders.

I looked at the pigeon in the hand of my senior sister, who was pecking at the bread with her head down. It was really cute, with pure white feathers.

I boldly reached out to touch it, but the pigeon just shook its shoulders slightly and continued to eat food.

I took a step back silently, and shouted at the senior sister: "Smile." I raised the camera and pointed at the senior sister.