It was the same thing that happened when I met my husband. It was an obvious choice. It felt like home. I saw the name, discovered that it harbored a school to train futur curators and I just knew that school was mine.
Getting in was not a given. Too many students apply each year for the number of spots available. Did that scare me? Not at all. Like I said, it was already a done deal in my mind.
The application day was June 1st. My mom and I took the TGV from my hometown in central France a day before and we met my brother in Paris. We were strolling around Paris on May 31st when we decided to walk along the Quais de la Seine in the afternoon. Much to my dismay, I discovered that about 30 students were already sitting in front of the Louvre to be the first to apply. I realized I had no other choice but sit down as well. Right behind that girl called Christine, who would become one of my dearest friends.
We slept in front of the Louvre. Thank god the weather was beautiful. Some people sleep in front of a building to get the prized concert ticket. Others to get the first Star Wars movie tickets like we have seen happen recently.
For me, it was for the right to get into my beloved school. I was the 30th person in. I couldn't believe it... It felt like one of the most magical days of my life when I got my student card. I was... home. This place was going to teach me everything that was going to feed my heart and soul in the coming years.
To this day, when I walk by the Louvre, while I feel happy to see all the people who are lining up to buy a ticket, I also feel a sort of pinch. They're trying to get to MY palace. MY museum. And many of them don't really care that much.
But truth be told, there are others who have saved up their whole lives to be able to view this. There is among the crowd a little boy or a little girl whose heart is going to be transformed forever.
Among the tourists whose sole interest is to have a selfie showing them holding the pyramid between their fingers, there is a beating heart who's going to listen to the stones whisper in their ear the story about all these great men who lived throughout the centuries in these walls.
Is it going to be you? Are you going to open your heart to hearing the stories?