The Ocean that was The Louvre
I was walking with Kristin. We were walking faithfully behind the rest of our group (Denae, Emily, McKenna, and Dillon) when we stopped to look at Venus de Milo . I had seen replicas of this sculpture, but never the real thing. She was stunning. I had to get a picture. So Kristin and I walked a little closer to get a few shots. Being the perfectionist that I am, I wanted a better one, so I moved around to her other side to get a better angle. After getting in the perfect position and stretching and navigating over people’s heads, I finally captured a shot that I thought justified the amazing sculpture. Then I proceeded to turn around only to find that Kristin was nowhere to be seen. “Oh, boy.” *Looked around nonchalantly* “Hmm…” *Walked around casually* “Ehh…” I stayed calm, but in the back of my mind I was starting to panic. No international cell service. No wifi. No Kristin. No Denae. No Emily. No McKenna. No Dillon. Living in a generation dependant u...