Yep, that is THE bridge from THE painting!
Paul Cezanne, Renoir, Monet, Manet, Vincent Van Gogh, Rousseau, Klimt, Matisse, Gauguin, Maurice Denis, Sisely, Degas, Edward Burne-Jones and the names go on…
We visited the Musee d’Orsay this morning. Wowsers! All the painters that I’ve heard of for so long (from C of course!) and here were their paintings, in the flesh so to speak – and they did paint a lot of flesh didn’t they?
And not just one or two paintings from each, or even 1/2 a dozen, but stacks and stacks, rooms full! I even saw the painting by Van Gogh of ‘The Church at Auvers-sur-Oise’ that was made famous by a Dr Who episode! You didn’t realise how cultured I was didja?
Naturally C was blown away. Most of her favourite paintings were here in the one place and just so accessible. To put it in an Australian context, it’d be like the Geelong football club dropping into the North Hobart football oval to play a match! Pretty awesome eh?
We arrived at 9:45 thinking it had opened at 9.00, but found out it had actually opened at 9.30. And the queue! Took us 1/2 an hour to get in – bloody tourists! However, when we left, we felt a bit better, the queue had tripled!
Unfortunately we weren’t allowed to take photos inside. Now why is that? In the Louvre you can take as many as you like, but don’t use a flash. Here, no photos or the guillotine gets some more action!
So, instead the photo below is from the forecourt which we were allowed to photo. The statue dates from 1878:
This afternoon we hopped on a bus. Ah, that was great. Have we told you have clever we have been in surrendering Suicide Sally (that was then name we gave our little Renault) and allowing others to convey us to our destination? Well, we should have.
Anyway, we headed off to Giverny, the home of Claude Monet and his famous garden which featured in many of his paintings. I want to spell this out in more detail, especially about the top photo. However, C says all of you are not ignorant and will understand.
Just in case you are, go and look in an art book book.
It was fantastic looking at the garden, in fact you could stand back and just see his paintings. For example:
In particular, it was fantastic having seen his paintings just that morning and then here we were in the very garden that featured in so many of them. Surreal.
Of course the place was full of bloody tourists again, getting in the way of my photos and being pushy. Had to use the elbows a few times again to get a bit of private space for a photo. At one stage 3 Asian ladies came out of his house, saw me and in a giggling fashion asked if I was Mr Monet!
Turns out he was a handsome bloke too, with a beard and a hat like mine! I said, ‘Non’ and explained that I was actually his Great Grandson. Had to pose for photos then. Love to be a fly on the wall when they get back home and show the photos to the rellies!
Here’s me doing my Monet impression:
Bed time. Palais Royale, Galerie Vivienne et utilising our Paris Visite card by playing on the Metro tomorrow.