The drive along the Seine was picturesque: old cobbled streets, beautifully gardened villages, full bloom shrubs, trees and flowers. The Seine in early August is a splendid vista. We softly crunched over gravel into a field-converted-to-carpark and then strolled amicably into the village of Giverny – a place that is no longer a true habitation, rather given over entirely to the Impressionist exploration. Themed eco-restaurants, museums, quaint houses, manicured gardens and houses…all surrounding the famous garden that spawned Monet’s Waterlilies painting.
We didn’t enter Monet’s house because it’s neither pushchair friendly nor recalcitrant-2yr old friendly. By the latter I mean it’s full of breakable items all at perfect grabbing distance. Still, the gardens in the sunshine more than made up for it.
This is one blog where I shall let the pictures do all the talking. If you find yourself in the area, stop in. It’s a place of solitude amongst the endless tourists…you can always shove them out them way as you go along…
Is this what diplomacy is all about?