Close to where we stay in Burgundy, is a little bar, where we stop for a coffee from time to time.
The owners have a dog called Milor – who is half peke, half ‘Father unknown’. I am always pleased to see him…
…despite the fact he’s not really a very, nice dog (he hates Christopher).
As it was our first day in France, we had a ‘typical’ French lunch. Moules et frites pour moi, and steak tartare for The Boy (note the artist’s palatte plate!).
For most of us, the name Giverny is associated with Monet’s waterlily paintings.
The water garden was created later, across the road from the main garden.
In the museum on site, you can see the planning application, complete with Monet’s nifty little garden plan.
As with any established garden, there are some wonderfyl specimen plants. Now that’s what I call a hosta!
This amazing orange puts any silk blouse to shame.
In contrast, here is delicate peony,
…a gracious foxglove…
…and a VERY happy MissT.
On our way down to Burgundy we visited Giverny – Monet’s house and garden.
I’d wanted to go there for years – but I’d been scared to, in case it didn’t live up to expectations.
The Boy sorted it all out, and it was a magical experience.
We went early just after it’d rained…
…the garden was fresh…
…and packed with people full of joy.
It’s easy to understand…
…why it’s been called Monet’s greatest artistic achievement.
Part of me is still there.
On our way down we stopped in a lovely little village called Les Andelys…
…not a bad view from our window is it? 🙂
Looks like my kind of place doesn’t it?
The Boy and I returned from France late last night. As you can imagine, I have LOTS of piccies to blog :-). For now, let’s just say…that we went to some lovely places…
…and made some new friends.
On Thursday we went to see Carlos (Lopez-Real) play at The Spin. Carlos was in my year at St Hugh’s and is an absolute sweetie, as well as being a really talented musician.
These are dreadful photos taken on my ‘phone – so you can’t see that Carlos looks at least 20 years younger than me. He has a five month old son, and he’s a jazz musician. Surely he should be worn and raddled!
I’ve featured the sock puppets in the OUP bookshop before – but these are a cut above!
I have upset someone dear to me by ‘papping’ them. So here is the lovely Boots…
…he doesn’t read my blog.