How can one be any happier than stepping into a bit of paradise, filled with flowers, water, and beauty?
On Friday, we headed to Giverny -- it was a flawless day. The sky was bright, with just enough puffy white clouds to make it seem all the more picturesque. Our destination was Giverny, home of Money and the inspirational site of his garden.
(For a wonderful post about Giverny and Monet -- among other things -- visit Linda at The Task at Hand.)
Personally, I was grateful that we just made it out of the city, given the drivers who always need to be in the lane they are not, and just cut in front of other drivers without using blinkers. I was very freaked -- especially in a borrowed car!
And the legendary motor scooters we heard so much about during the period after Diana died were everywhere. Two cars could be side by side and the scooter would go between. At least they wore helmets; the tons of bicyclists didn't.
The road to Giverny was lovely -- France is very unlike America in that there doesn't appear to be sprawl, with one city bumping up into another.
There is a town with a church steeple and town buildings (the boulangerie being a "must") and then farm land until another steeple marks the next town.
Giverny is really a little town in itself. (I always thought it was the name of Monet's house.) Charming as all get-out, but I'd hate to live there -- one would never get a breath of peace from the tourists.
Monet's home and garden were unbelievably beautiful and I think will be more so in another month when all the flowers that were just starting to hit their stride are in full bloom.
There was a good deal of pink (so I'll save some of the Giverny pix for Pink Saturday!). Wonderful poppies were a pinkish/purple color.
Beautiful old fashioned roses grew precisely, yet with an abandonment that made them almost look wild.
Jerry chatted with the gardeners about the poppies. I so admire the work they do to make this place such a haven.
To get to the lily pond, one crossed a tunnel under the road. And the water lilies that so inspired his paintings do not disappoint.
Even Monet's house was pink (and green), fitting beautifully into the springtime garden!
Here's a true story. At MSU we have a Japanese bridge inspired by the Monet's Garden bridge.
I'm told the designer discretely chipped a bit of paint from a visit to Giverny to match for MSU's bridge! (Both of these bridges are from Giverny, not MSU!)
Oh, to be here in July or August, when the summer heat and all that water have blended together for the perfect combination of colors. Yes, we were early, but it was still lovely.
Monet had a passion for Japan and its artists, and it was this passion that inspired him to build the bridge. Later, when we would go inside we would learn that he collected the work of Japanese artists Hiroshige and Utamaro and others and displayed many of them in his home. We saw a lot of them, and perhaps it was this that inspired me to purchase a Japanese print later in the trip at Vanves! (More on that later!)
It was a glorious day -- sunny, blue skies, puffy clouds. Jerry and I were snapping photos like crazy people (like all the other "crazy people" there!). Then someone took one of us!
My only disappointment about the garden was that we were still too early for the abundant lavender wisteria that is seen in all the postcards. Oh, well.
The house was interesting. Definitely "museum style," and I was a bit frustrated not to be able to photograph it. When you enter, you can go to either the dining room or the reading room (we chose that direction). It is blue and included the Japanese engravings and print collected by Monet between 1871 and 1926.
The studio living room was large, but all the furniture was shoved (gracefully) to the end of the room. Reproductions of his work hung on the walls, including the current point of exhibition. I couldn't decide if I thought that looked tacky or was interesting.
The bedrooms were very nice...
... but what really knocked my socks off were the dining room and kitchen. The dining area was Jeanie Yellow, with more blue Japanese prints on the wall and a pristine white table cloth. Of course I loved it madly!
The kitchen had an enormous stove, racks of brightly polished copper and walls of dazzling blue and white tiles. (The paint on the trim and the tiles really clashed a bit -- not quite the right shades of blue -- but I still loved it.
Unfortunately, we couldn't photograph inside the house (so I bought a calendar!). But you could take photos of the gardens from the second story window. What a view! (Most of the photos above are from Monet Foundation. The large one of the stove is from Mae at Mae's Food.)
...delicately patterned lace curtains behind shuttered windows...
...and more flowers. Everywhere flowers.
We also went to the church cemetery where Monet was buried. It was fascinating to see an old French cemetery with beatuful stone and ironwork.
These ceramic pieces are often placed on tombstones in lieu of flowers. Beautiful but not my taste.
As we left, we stopped by a poster just to make sure Zoe got into the act. Joanne had suggested bringing her along. And I confess, as I'd look in my purse pocket, between maps and brochures, I would always smile to see her wings peeking out!
After driving through villages and towns, with their cobblestone streets and stone buildings, not to mention the beautiful rural French countryside with flocks of sheep...
I loved this guy...
And after a few misses, we hit a perfect spot for our picnic, overlooking the Seine at a charming town called La Roche-Guyon.
We were in the shadow of a chateau with a huge tower and lovely restaurant and cafe...
I'm sure the cafe's food was terrific, but nothing could have compared with our sandwich bought at the boulangerie this morning, apples and camembert, bread, croissant sticks, apricots and nuts.
And wine. Very nice wine (Chateau Haut-Balerac, Madoc 2003, a very good year!)
It was truly perfect.
As we returned home, we came in on the same stretch of underpass on which Diana died. Jerry knows someone who knew the doctor who stopped to help and was often interviewed after the accident. After seeing the motorbikes and how they drive around here, just the speed people drive, and then the pressure they must have been under, it was so very easy to see how that happened.
It was a grand day!
Things I learned today:
Madoc 2003 is a wine worth pursuing again!
The sprawl problem doesn't seem to be here. Villages and towns are not linked by strip malls and Wal-Mart.
Don't wear sandals to a place with stones and pebbles everywhere.
Parking in Paris is almost impossible. After Jerry dropped me off, it took him two hours to find a spot to park.
On Friday, we headed to Giverny -- it was a flawless day. The sky was bright, with just enough puffy white clouds to make it seem all the more picturesque. Our destination was Giverny, home of Money and the inspirational site of his garden.
(For a wonderful post about Giverny and Monet -- among other things -- visit Linda at The Task at Hand.)
Personally, I was grateful that we just made it out of the city, given the drivers who always need to be in the lane they are not, and just cut in front of other drivers without using blinkers. I was very freaked -- especially in a borrowed car!
And the legendary motor scooters we heard so much about during the period after Diana died were everywhere. Two cars could be side by side and the scooter would go between. At least they wore helmets; the tons of bicyclists didn't.
The road to Giverny was lovely -- France is very unlike America in that there doesn't appear to be sprawl, with one city bumping up into another.
There is a town with a church steeple and town buildings (the boulangerie being a "must") and then farm land until another steeple marks the next town.
Giverny is really a little town in itself. (I always thought it was the name of Monet's house.) Charming as all get-out, but I'd hate to live there -- one would never get a breath of peace from the tourists.
Monet's home and garden were unbelievably beautiful and I think will be more so in another month when all the flowers that were just starting to hit their stride are in full bloom.
There was a good deal of pink (so I'll save some of the Giverny pix for Pink Saturday!). Wonderful poppies were a pinkish/purple color.
Beautiful old fashioned roses grew precisely, yet with an abandonment that made them almost look wild.
Jerry chatted with the gardeners about the poppies. I so admire the work they do to make this place such a haven.
To get to the lily pond, one crossed a tunnel under the road. And the water lilies that so inspired his paintings do not disappoint.
Even Monet's house was pink (and green), fitting beautifully into the springtime garden!
Here's a true story. At MSU we have a Japanese bridge inspired by the Monet's Garden bridge.
I'm told the designer discretely chipped a bit of paint from a visit to Giverny to match for MSU's bridge! (Both of these bridges are from Giverny, not MSU!)
Oh, to be here in July or August, when the summer heat and all that water have blended together for the perfect combination of colors. Yes, we were early, but it was still lovely.
Monet had a passion for Japan and its artists, and it was this passion that inspired him to build the bridge. Later, when we would go inside we would learn that he collected the work of Japanese artists Hiroshige and Utamaro and others and displayed many of them in his home. We saw a lot of them, and perhaps it was this that inspired me to purchase a Japanese print later in the trip at Vanves! (More on that later!)
It was a glorious day -- sunny, blue skies, puffy clouds. Jerry and I were snapping photos like crazy people (like all the other "crazy people" there!). Then someone took one of us!
My only disappointment about the garden was that we were still too early for the abundant lavender wisteria that is seen in all the postcards. Oh, well.
The house was interesting. Definitely "museum style," and I was a bit frustrated not to be able to photograph it. When you enter, you can go to either the dining room or the reading room (we chose that direction). It is blue and included the Japanese engravings and print collected by Monet between 1871 and 1926.
The studio living room was large, but all the furniture was shoved (gracefully) to the end of the room. Reproductions of his work hung on the walls, including the current point of exhibition. I couldn't decide if I thought that looked tacky or was interesting.
The bedrooms were very nice...... but what really knocked my socks off were the dining room and kitchen. The dining area was Jeanie Yellow, with more blue Japanese prints on the wall and a pristine white table cloth. Of course I loved it madly!
The kitchen had an enormous stove, racks of brightly polished copper and walls of dazzling blue and white tiles. (The paint on the trim and the tiles really clashed a bit -- not quite the right shades of blue -- but I still loved it.
Unfortunately, we couldn't photograph inside the house (so I bought a calendar!). But you could take photos of the gardens from the second story window. What a view! (Most of the photos above are from Monet Foundation. The large one of the stove is from Mae at Mae's Food.)
After, we walked about the village, capturing photos of hollyhocks against stone walls...
...delicately patterned lace curtains behind shuttered windows...
...and more flowers. Everywhere flowers.
We also went to the church cemetery where Monet was buried. It was fascinating to see an old French cemetery with beatuful stone and ironwork.
These ceramic pieces are often placed on tombstones in lieu of flowers. Beautiful but not my taste.
As we left, we stopped by a poster just to make sure Zoe got into the act. Joanne had suggested bringing her along. And I confess, as I'd look in my purse pocket, between maps and brochures, I would always smile to see her wings peeking out!
After driving through villages and towns, with their cobblestone streets and stone buildings, not to mention the beautiful rural French countryside with flocks of sheep...I loved this guy...
And after a few misses, we hit a perfect spot for our picnic, overlooking the Seine at a charming town called La Roche-Guyon.
We were in the shadow of a chateau with a huge tower and lovely restaurant and cafe...
I'm sure the cafe's food was terrific, but nothing could have compared with our sandwich bought at the boulangerie this morning, apples and camembert, bread, croissant sticks, apricots and nuts.
And wine. Very nice wine (Chateau Haut-Balerac, Madoc 2003, a very good year!)
It was truly perfect.
As we returned home, we came in on the same stretch of underpass on which Diana died. Jerry knows someone who knew the doctor who stopped to help and was often interviewed after the accident. After seeing the motorbikes and how they drive around here, just the speed people drive, and then the pressure they must have been under, it was so very easy to see how that happened.
It was a grand day!
Things I learned today:
Madoc 2003 is a wine worth pursuing again!
The sprawl problem doesn't seem to be here. Villages and towns are not linked by strip malls and Wal-Mart.
Don't wear sandals to a place with stones and pebbles everywhere.
Parking in Paris is almost impossible. After Jerry dropped me off, it took him two hours to find a spot to park. 
For me it will probably include watching the Boat Parade on Otsego Lake, meeting up with Rick halfway through his 100-mile bike ride in the tiny town of Central Lake, where we'll have a picnic and enjoy the town parade (which always reminds me of Garrison Keillor's Lake Wobegon), and fireworks at the lake. No doubt grilling will be involved somewhere along the way!
It reminds us all of what our soldiers did to help preserve independence for Europe in World War II with this image from the American Cemetery at Omaha Beach. (And continue to do today, elsewhere.)
It was a late start -- sleeping till noon and really not getting out till about three. (After waking and getting going, we had one of our lengthy telephone conversations with Air France. Or rather, Jerry talked with them. More would be coming...)
Then a stop into Sainte Merri, a beautiful church that was worth every moment spent. (That's in the background of the ugly fountain.)
(Now I'm panicking because I'm not sure if all of these are Saint Merri or if Notre Dame got mixed up in there! Purists, I am on guard for your input!)
We headed to the Left Bank and the Musee national du Moyen Age (aka Cluny) -- all medieval wonder including the renowned "Lady and the Unicorn" tapestries. This was my favorite museum of them all. In fact, after Cluny, everything else just sort of seemed like "a museum" to me. Lovely, certainly, and with wonderful art. But fairly typical. 
The "Lady and the Unicorn" was simply astounding, representing the five senses and the sixth showing the lady renouncing the senses for purity. They are enormous, beautifully stitched and completely filling a large, rounded, darkened room (which is why the photos are a bit tinted and blurry, but I had to share at least one).
Other highlights included magnificent stained glass... 
Many carved pieces, like this triptych...
Ancient busts...
And artifacts from daily life.
Given that it was the middle ages, many of the items had religious themes. I loved the books and very old sheet music.
The stone walls were striking. 
The area was once the residence of the abbots of Cluny and was built on the ruins of Roman baths, starting is 1330 and continuing till 1485-1500. The vaulted ribs in a room that was once part of the Roman baths were stunning.
Another gallery included figurative sculpture from the facade of Notre Dame, including twelve heads of Kings of Judah from the Gallery of Kings. 
The art and music of the middle ages has always inspired me. Cluny did not disappoint, from its exterior to the beautiful things within.
En route, I couldn't help but notice the bikes for rent (Velib) that are available throughout the city.
Rick would be in seventh heaven -- some of the time is "free" and the other rates were reasonable.
Having said all that, I've gotta say that it totally freaked me out that I saw only a (literal) handful of helmets during my visit. No more than 10 total. Call me hypersensitive after Rick's multiple bike accidents and skull fractures, but the way people drove around there, I feared for them all.
The books are in English...
...and on the second floor, none are for sale, just for reading on site! 
Lots of clips, writing on the walls...
...and nooks with notes that remind one of its heritage. 
But I had to run catch the bus to meet Jerry and friends of his for dinner. I got on the right line, passing the Louvre, Tuilleries, Place de Concord and more, with the Eifel Tower becoming larger and larger as we progressed. 
But soon I realized it was TOO big -- I had overshot my stop (by quite a bit!) and backtracked!
We drove over the bridge under which Diana died and saw the memorial where people brought flowers...
...and then went up the Champs Elysee and say the Arch du Triomphe lit and beautiful.
I could imagine the Tour de France guys riding into Paris under this arch!
Off to bed. The feet were still holding up and the hideous shoes making up in comfort for what they lacked in style.
