Colours bleed at Monet's
This is Monet's place. Charming little French provisional available with it's own set of gardeners and a lilly pond to die for - it even has a gift shop in the converted painters studio. It's all about the colour here. See these 2 unsuspecting tourists walking past his flower garden - bamm! - the colour bled right into their clothes - the girl even got a quick hair dye. You got to watch yourself round here.
 yellow snuck in here |  red and blue finished off the spectrum |
Monet's pond
Claude Monet held onto colour all his painterly life. Never let go of the idea of colour as a way to say everything that goes unsaid. A keen renovator, he installed an extensive pond that takes tidal water from the nearby Seine River. Always being flushed clean but beautifully controlled so the effect is of a still lilly pond beautifully reflecting the sky while being clear enough to see into it's depths. Monet's great work at the end of his life was all about this pond. His work was all about the simple illusion of colour creating a world where the depths below and the reflections above meet on the surface adorned by everyday things. (With a little contemplation, they become beautiful things). Here are our pics..
Well all that is fair enough but after our homage to this great man, we had to do the laundry. Monet saw the meaning of the universe in his pond of water. I just needed some to wash our clothes. Living out of a suitcase eventually means you have to wash it's contents. Back to the nearby town of Vernon that I got lost in yesterday. Again the lack of French was compensated by some charades while buying baggetes. Buying this is an auto response in France. You don't mean to do it, but suddenly you find yourself doing it. What just happened, you say as you look down at this long crusty submarine (I was going to use another metaphore here but Karol won't let me). Anyway, we did find this auto self service laundromat and played lots of games of deduction trying to figure out the French instructions. The washing and the drying took about 2 hours so we hung out in Vernon some more..shopping, having coffee, browsing, having coffee, eating stuff..
Well all that is fair enough but after our homage to this great man, we had to do the laundry. Monet saw the meaning of the universe in his pond of water. I just needed some to wash our clothes. Living out of a suitcase eventually means you have to wash it's contents. Back to the nearby town of Vernon that I got lost in yesterday. Again the lack of French was compensated by some charades while buying baggetes. Buying this is an auto response in France. You don't mean to do it, but suddenly you find yourself doing it. What just happened, you say as you look down at this long crusty submarine (I was going to use another metaphore here but Karol won't let me). Anyway, we did find this auto self service laundromat and played lots of games of deduction trying to figure out the French instructions. The washing and the drying took about 2 hours so we hung out in Vernon some more..shopping, having coffee, browsing, having coffee, eating stuff..
 Victoriously I figured out had to buy and add soap to this mechanical wander |  At a nearby 2nd hand shop, Karol only just resists buying another small dog statue |
 killing time with a phrase book and a juice |  killing time with some light reading |
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