One of the nice things about having a looming exit date (because the anxiety, stress and sadness/bittersweetness of it all is a potent cocktail that’s better left ignored) is the impetus for getting out into this beautiful city and doing some the things—some, there’s no way I can squeeze in all—I had wanted.
Last week, I finally made it to the Baccarat Maison.
No, not to dine in the Cristal Room (next time, mes amis!), but just to admire the insanely decadent chandeliers, sculptures, vases and other sparkly objects.
(Though some of them, owing to the current exhibition, were more hairy and feathery than sparkly.)
It was a quick and nice visit. But next time I would skip the relatively modest entry fee for the Maison and just go to the store.
It had a wilder and glitzier exhibition that really shone beautifully.