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.
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.