Giverny -- Claude Monet

I was very fortunate to grow up seeing at in Chicago with school trips. It was there I was introduced to many artists and also where I fell in love with the impressionist painters. Claude Monet and Vincent van Gogh became my favorites.  Why these two when there were so many, I'm not sure. I feel a connection,  I love the colors, and their paintings resonate with me. Many years ago,  as a teenager, I saw Monet's paintings of the Water Lilies of Giverny at the Art Institute. I remember walking into a dark room and the paintings stood under light long and huge reflecting a place of dreams and color.

The day after visiting Giverny and Monet's garden's I went first thing in the morning to the Musee de L"Orangerie where the Water Lily paintings hang in two large light oval shaped rooms.

The Water Lilies of Giverny

The paintings took my breath away again as they did many years ago.

I don't know that I always wanted to go to see Monet's home over all these years. I guess in a way, it never seemed possible until I started doing research for this trip. When I realized I could see the place, I purchased a ticket.

I took the early train to Giverny so I would arrive as the gardens opened for the day. The train leaves out of the Saint Lazare station one of the places that Monet painted when he was in Paris.

Saint Lazare Station today. No longer the smoke and steam from the trains.

Gare Saint Lazare as painted by Monet

Even arriving early at Giverny, on such a beautiful day, it was crowded, though I noticed that the lines to get in after lunch were much longer.

It was beautiful.

Water Lilies of Giverny

For more photos from Giverny Check out my Flickr Album of France or with this photo Time and Giverny start here.

In his home, the rooms were filled with light and art. It was a place meant for work (painting and gardening, sleep, pleasure, and visitors. If there was no window, there were paintings hanging on the walls. 

Monet's Studio

Monet's bedroom

View from Monet's bedroom window. Now that's a great way to wake up each day.

Flâneur

flaˈnəː,French flanœʀ/

Noun: A person who wanders around observing society.

I read about the flâneur in The Best Walk in Paris by John Baxter. It describes the way that I hope to take in France. 

Crossing the Street

Arc de Triomphe in the Rain

I arrived yesterday. It was a long trip, but I had the opportunity to ride the train from London to Paris under the Channel. So tired, the mesmerizing speed of the train lulled me into a short nap. As we left London, the train went underground, came above, and went below several times. I am not sure when we went below and into the Chunnel after all the ups and downs, but I woke up just as we came back above ground on the France side. Beautiful country sped by; cows, horses, farms, and within an hour into Paris.

From Gare du Nord, a wild unsanctioned taxi ride to the apartment.

Lesson 1: Push hard to get past all the fake taxi drivers to get to a real taxi.

I started out this morning on a walk for breakfast and to wander around.

Lesson 2: It's easy to take get in 10,000 steps walking around Paris, even at a slow pace as a flâneur.

Lesson 3: Take your map. If you travel down small winding streets, you may become a bit confused. (I did only a few blocks from the apartment, phone map helped be get back on track). 

Once back on track I found a place called Maison Pou. Lovely food, a long line to order, but worth the wait and nervousness or ordering in French.

Each treat wrapped in the perfect package

Layers of Goodness

For dessert: Macaron des Framboises du Maison

 The last package is a slice of quiche for later.

À bientôt: See you soon.

For more photos, check out on my Flickr Page .

A Second Special Gift

For my birthday every year, I receive a card with a check from my father-in-law. This year, I opened the card and:

Que tous vos desirs se realisent" means "May all your wishes come true"

What a lovely surprise with a wonderful sentiment.

First Special GIft

In my house, Christmas was about the surprise, buying just the right thing, wrapping it beautifully and then watching the recipient open the gift on Christmas day. The biggest or the smallest gift was not always the most thought out gift, it was the gift that you had no idea you were getting; the one that maybe you had asked for or commented on in March of that year and then forgot about until the wrapping paper was ripped and tattered around your feet.

The last few years of mom's life, she didn't have the energy to go shopping for Christmas. I would "take care of everything," but I know that it was one of the things that bothered her tremendously. Christmas of 2014, I wasn't sure if mom would live to see it. The early weeks of December were tough. Mom mostly slept and hardly ate. She made it. On Christmas Eve, we made plans for spending Christmas morning at Mom and Jane's house. As planned, we arrived with food and gifts. I went in to see mom but she wasn't feeling well.  I got her to the bathroom, but that was all she could handle. She was too tired to go out to the living room. She felt so bad to be "ruining" Christmas. "It's OK," I said, We'll just have Christmas in here." She sat in her bedroom chair and I took care of a few things in the kitchen. She decided she felt well enough to be wheeled out to the living room. So we had Christmas together in the living room with all the traditional scattered and tattered wrapping paper. After the last resents were opened, mom asked me to get her walker that had a little pouch where she could carry her papers, money and what-not. 

She asked me to pull out three envelopes; one for Jane, one for John, and one for me. 

With the little energy she was able to muster during the night, she had put together three envelopes with the only thing she still had to give. I knew that I wanted to use the money for something special.

Not long after mom passed away, I started planning a trip to France. That trip will begin in less than a week. Somewhere along the way, I will do something with this little treasure to honor my mother's memory.

Memory Lane

We grew up across the road from the Werkheiser's. Our house did not have potable water so throughout the summer Jane and I would hike up the 600 foot wooded and hilly driveway with empty gallon plastic bottles. We would pump water filling the bottles from an old fashioned hand pump and then trudge back down the hill weighed down. 

They sold vegetables and we often had fresh tomatoes and cucumbers with our dinner. Mrs. Werkheiser would invite us in and we spent time with her and her developmentally disabled son, Don. He loved doing puzzles. I remember there was often a pie cooling and life was or seemed simple. Not easy, but slower and not filled with made up complexities that seem to plague us today. 

Calm

It is so rare to have the Bay (Green Bay) so calm for such a long period of time. The light and haze make it difficult to see the horizon and differentiate water from sky. This calmness is both calming to my soul and exhilarating. Waking at 5:45 and looking out the window at the calm start of the day, I didn't want to miss a moment of the beauty and changing light yet I was in no hurry to move quickly and start projects.

Coffee made, I sat and watched a big ship heading north. Seagulls sitting way out on the water, white specks. The mergansers flying just above the surface, their reflections mirroring their flight pattern.

No boat motors breaking the peaceful sounds of nature. No boat waves splashing to shore.

I am breathing again; slow, calm peaceful breaths to the beat of the lapping water.

What Does it Mean?

I decided to start a new blog for my trip to France. I was originally going to call it something tres French. As I thought about a name, I realized that if I did that, the blog would start and end with the trip to France and maybe I could think a little broader and create a blog that could be bigger than that. And that is how, 1. Librarian, 2. Cameras, 3. Go came to be.

1. Librarian. I am a librarian, there is one of me. The Librarian part of me informs the way I go about traveling and going.

2. Cameras. I love photography and even if it is just using my cell phone to capture photos, I am more likely than not to capture moments along the way. I tend to remember things visually and see the world as a movie in which I am one of the characters. Sometimes I play the starring role and others, I am one in the crowd. And, I happen to have two cameras which allow me to either be prepared with two different lenses or have a little back up plan in case anything happens with one of the cameras.

And 3. Go. For me Go can mean a walk through the field behind our house or something bigger like a 20 day trip to France on my own.