Even though I had sworn off Impressionist and Post-Impressionist exhibitions for Lent, I agreed to take my bride to see this show at the Marmottan and am I glad I did. It was nice to see old friends, even if slightly different from those hanging in well-known museums.
The only problem - the tour groups clogged the narrow passages and I felt like a point guard facing a line of 300 pound tackles. But I shoved my way through.
3 Wows!
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