Even though it was raining on Sunday the 9th of September, we decided to brave the trip from Paris to Giverny anyway. Totally thrilled with ourselves that we navigated the Saint Lazare railway station
(misplaced false confidence on our part because a week later in our attempt to take the train from Gare du Nord to Auvers-sur-Oise to see where Van Gogh painted we totally fouled up and missed the train we needed). This Sunday we were successful and the off-and-on rain gave the day a beautiful soft grey tinge, the flower petals in Monet’s garden dots of water, and maybe it cut down on the number of other tourists enjoying the space. I am now quite skilled with the iPhone touchRetouch App at removing bodies of tourists. It was virtually impossible to get pictures in the garden without people I didn’t know in them. I left a few with umbrellas for atmosphere, but I have to say I love the Retouch App!
Hopped the train to Vernon.
We caught a bus right outside the station for the four-mile ride to Giverny.
From Sacre Bleu by Christopher Moore:
“Lucien walked through the back garden, rows upon rows of blooming flowers, built from the ground up on trellises and tripods, so that from the eye level to the lawn, there was nothing but color, roses and daisies and dahlias the size of dinner plates, all mixed wildly by color, if not species, so that there was no gradation, no pink next to a red, no lavender next to a violet, but contrast in size and color, blues over yellows, oranges nesting among purples, reds framed in greens. Lucien realized that from any window at the back of the house, one could look out upon nature’s palate exploding across rhe landscape. This was a garden designed by and for a painter, someone who loved color.”
We approached the house in grey drizzle and then the day exploded…