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30 October 2007
The Chateau de Versailles is a symbol of the extravagant lifestyles of the French monarchy, as their little people starved in the dirty streets of Paris.
But I digress. The history was interesting, the palace, beautiful. However, the gardens were what I had come for. The trees were dressed in autumn splendor and the canal waters were smooth and calm. I set off by myself—cheap therapy. I wandered toward Marie Antoinette’s little “peasant” estate. I met up with Mary, Maria, Clint, and Catie (fun to say). I felt a bit out of place, and didn’t want to deal with people, so I left them behind after exploring Marie Antoinette’s residence a bit.
When I wrote in my journal that night, I noted that I was homesick and had kind of been hurt. I suppose that my entry was a little negative, since the feelings I had been fighting began pouring forth into my travel journal. Oops. For the sake of honesty, I recorded a bit of that pessimistic attitude here…sorry.
Anyway—If I ever return to Versailles, I would paint a picture and ride a horse through the garden.
The Musée D’Orsay was fabulous! We toured with Dr. Loos and she explained Manet, Monet, Degas, and Renoir—among many others. It was crowded, but still an amazing experience. I stood in front of van Gogh’s self portrait and my heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes. That sounds so weird, now—but it was like being in the presence of greatness..JPG)
Another painting that completely grabbed my attention was by Eduard Detaille, called La Réve. It depicted a battlefield of slaughtered soldiers from several nations. However, you could see them in the distance, on a cloud, marching to heaven. It depicted the miseries of war, but also presented the hope of maintaining faith. I searched for a postcard of it, but couldn’t find one. I photographed it, the best I could.
The Opera, Tosca was cancelled because of a strike. No trip to Paris is complete without a strike of one type or another. I’m going to drink some wine with my gal pals! Tee hee.
“Um…I don’t know how to tell you this, but he’s not exactly a hunk.”—Emily.
The Chateau de Versailles is a symbol of the extravagant lifestyles of the French monarchy, as their little people starved in the dirty streets of Paris.
But I digress. The history was interesting, the palace, beautiful. However, the gardens were what I had come for. The trees were dressed in autumn splendor and the canal waters were smooth and calm. I set off by myself—cheap therapy. I wandered toward Marie Antoinette’s little “peasant” estate. I met up with Mary, Maria, Clint, and Catie (fun to say). I felt a bit out of place, and didn’t want to deal with people, so I left them behind after exploring Marie Antoinette’s residence a bit.
When I wrote in my journal that night, I noted that I was homesick and had kind of been hurt. I suppose that my entry was a little negative, since the feelings I had been fighting began pouring forth into my travel journal. Oops. For the sake of honesty, I recorded a bit of that pessimistic attitude here…sorry.
Anyway—If I ever return to Versailles, I would paint a picture and ride a horse through the garden.
The Musée D’Orsay was fabulous! We toured with Dr. Loos and she explained Manet, Monet, Degas, and Renoir—among many others. It was crowded, but still an amazing experience. I stood in front of van Gogh’s self portrait and my heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes. That sounds so weird, now—but it was like being in the presence of greatness.
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Another painting that completely grabbed my attention was by Eduard Detaille, called La Réve. It depicted a battlefield of slaughtered soldiers from several nations. However, you could see them in the distance, on a cloud, marching to heaven. It depicted the miseries of war, but also presented the hope of maintaining faith. I searched for a postcard of it, but couldn’t find one. I photographed it, the best I could.
The Opera, Tosca was cancelled because of a strike. No trip to Paris is complete without a strike of one type or another. I’m going to drink some wine with my gal pals! Tee hee.
“Um…I don’t know how to tell you this, but he’s not exactly a hunk.”—Emily.
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