Monday, March 21, 2016

Dreaming of France -- Waterlilies


Thank you for joining this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.

I saw Monet's Waterlilies when I visited Paris as an au pair. Then for years, we were unable to see them as Paris redid l'Orangerie. I was so happy when it reopened and I could show them to be husband. They did  not disappoint.



Have you visited the display, or even better, Monet's gardens where he painted the waterlilies?
Thanks so much for playing along with Dreaming of France. I'd appreciate if you'd leave a comment and visit the blogs of others who decide to play along too. That way, we can all experience the joy and beauty of France.

10 comments:

Jeanie said...

Oh, Paulita, this is great! I've been to the gardens in Giverny but definitely not to the Orangerie -- unfortunately. It's on the next-time list!

Sim Carter said...

No and I’d love to see both the gardens and the art! I did come close this summer in Los Angeles, we had an exhibit featuring the work of a video artist, Diana Thater, who work included some gorgeous film from the gardens. Wonderful exhibit if you ever have a chance to see it. Today, for Dreaming of France, I’ve found a trailer, en français.
Have a good week.

The French Hutch said...

Oh yes, I saw Monet's Waterlilies on a trip to Paris. On another trip there visited Monet's home. I would love to return and visit both again.
Happy Spring………...

Mae Travels said...

Sounds like a great meme, dreaming of France. I'll be there in around a month, and will post quite a bit! The Orangerie paintings by Monet are so dreamy that we almost fell asleep while sitting in the room (and that's not a criticism)! I also love the Marmottan Museum in the 16th arondissement where there are many Monets. Not to mention the Musee d'Orsay!

best... mae at maefood.blogspot.com

sillygirl said...

We found that to sit in the middle bench on a half-cloudy day and watch the different play of light on the paintings as the sun would come and go gave us an even greater appreciation of them.

Paulita said...

Thanks to everyone who commented or played along with Dreaming of France today. I love that some of you commented even though you didn't have a French post to share today. Silly Girl, I'd love to sit and watch the clouds passing the surface of the paintings. Great idea.

Mae Travels said...

As it happened, we had a French favorite for dinner last night, so I have something to link.

best... mae at maefood.blogspot.com

Vagabonde said...

I enjoyed your post and looking at your beautiful photos of Monet’s Waterlilies. I’ll go and visit the links you gave of others who wrote posts on Paris, or France. I am not giving a post on France because, being my country, I often write about my life there.
You say “share with the rest of us your passion for France” but I can’t, you know, because being French I feel a bit funny saying I have a passion for my country – it sounds a bit over the top and we are not a very super patriotic country. Of course we think France is the best country but, not like in the US, we don’t have flags on our houses, or our cars, or on our lapels – apart for July 14th, maybe, and frankly we French are pretty negative about our country. I can only give you an example – wouldn’t you feel funny if a French woman, living in France, who loves Columbus, Ohio, for some reason would ask you to share your passion for Columbus? Well, maybe, or maybe not. In any case I am very happy that so many of you love my country as I can see many photos about it, and I thank you.

Esme said...

I am such a fan of Monet's waterlilies. They are lovely.

Jacqui Brown said...

Here is my contribution, a bit late, but almost as colourful as Monet's waterlilies!

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