Here’s an old standby of one of my Paris faves: the clock at the Musee d’Orsay which I saw for the first time on a visit in the late 2006. Many of the details of that sojourn in Paris are foggy but not the feeling of being astonished, elated, and thrilled by the Orsay Museum. Whomever had the genius to turn an old train station into a temple for 19th century art has my eternal gratitude. And each time I go, I swear I sometimes spend more time gazing at the building and the design of the galleries than at works of art in the collection, except when it comes to Van Gogh’s paintings. If you only have time for one museum in Paris, make it this one. And to all visitors, here’s a tip: Don’t start on the ground floor. Go up as high as you can and work your way down. The crowds thin with the altitude but the experience never does.