My dear friends,
Yesterday, my parents and I had the lucky opportunity to make an excursion to see Monet's home and beautiful gardens in Giverny, about 2 hours north of Paris. After spending a few hours there, I could totally relate to Monet's decision to retreat there to crank out canvas after canvas of water lilies for, oh, about the last 40 years of his life. (His kitchen is painted top-to-bottom Van Gogh yellow, and the modest table comfortably sits 14!) The tranquility is truly out of this world -- any PLSer would have been in awe. My parents practically had to drag me to the bus before it pulled away ... not that I would've minded being stranded in the middle of Normandy for the rest of my life.
This first Pensee post isn't meant to stimulate "ze leetle gray cells," as fictional Belgian detective Hercule Poirot would say, as much as it is me trying to share a beautiful moment with y'all (Peace, Love, PLS style). And although not as worthy a pursuit as Truth, Beauty has its own place in our attempt to live the Good Life. Right, Grizz? ;)
Bisous,
Octavia
Yesterday, my parents and I had the lucky opportunity to make an excursion to see Monet's home and beautiful gardens in Giverny, about 2 hours north of Paris. After spending a few hours there, I could totally relate to Monet's decision to retreat there to crank out canvas after canvas of water lilies for, oh, about the last 40 years of his life. (His kitchen is painted top-to-bottom Van Gogh yellow, and the modest table comfortably sits 14!) The tranquility is truly out of this world -- any PLSer would have been in awe. My parents practically had to drag me to the bus before it pulled away ... not that I would've minded being stranded in the middle of Normandy for the rest of my life.
This first Pensee post isn't meant to stimulate "ze leetle gray cells," as fictional Belgian detective Hercule Poirot would say, as much as it is me trying to share a beautiful moment with y'all (Peace, Love, PLS style). And although not as worthy a pursuit as Truth, Beauty has its own place in our attempt to live the Good Life. Right, Grizz? ;)
Bisous,
Octavia
Water Lilies... canvas #56?
The real-life scene Claude painted ad nauseam...
My parents and I on the Japanese bridge
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