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| Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies, Monet's Garden, Giverny, France |
16th April 2015
Today we were visiting Claude Monet's Garden and I was excited to roll around naked in a field of Tulips... After checking out of our room at 10:00am, I couldn't wait to leave Saint-Marcel, even if the thought of returning here later on to collect our backpacks would continue to play on my mind throughout the day.
Today we were visiting Claude Monet's Garden and I was excited to roll around naked in a field of Tulips... After checking out of our room at 10:00am, I couldn't wait to leave Saint-Marcel, even if the thought of returning here later on to collect our backpacks would continue to play on my mind throughout the day.
Jack and I decided to make the most of our daily budget and walk the whole way there, which by the way, took almost two hours. Walking along the River Siene, we decided to stop off at Lidl and fill up our day-packs with baguettes, olives, salad and serrano ham.
As we walked from Vernon to Giverny (my voice irritating Jack due to my deafening singing for the duration of the journey), the scenery that accompanied us was magnificent. I felt like I was walking within a kaleidoscope.
The village of Giverny was a wonderful fairytale, full of pastels and personality however, the closer we got to Monet's Garden, the more touristy it got. As swarms of school kids and packs of visitors walked in the opposite direction, we had been blessed with the luck of arriving at the gardens at the right time.
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| Claude Monet's House & Garden, Giverny, France |
The village of Giverny was a wonderful fairytale, full of pastels and personality however, the closer we got to Monet's Garden, the more touristy it got. As swarms of school kids and packs of visitors walked in the opposite direction, we had been blessed with the luck of arriving at the gardens at the right time.
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| Flowers everywhere, Claude Monet's Gardens, France |
As I stepped foot into this botanical brilliance, rows of colour and life paved our way. There were so many different types of flowers blossoming together; daisies, tulips, snowdrops, daffodils, primrose and peonies, projecting the allurement of nature, and as the sun shone over this timeless fairy-tale, the garden became alive.
As rainbows of colour ignited my soul, Jack and I sat amidst the garden enjoying our picnic. I was happy to be sat here with my best friend, experiencing the muse of Monet together with our very own eyes.
As rainbows of colour ignited my soul, Jack and I sat amidst the garden enjoying our picnic. I was happy to be sat here with my best friend, experiencing the muse of Monet together with our very own eyes.
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| Loud & crazy Frogs in Monet's Gardens, France |
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| Claude Monet's Garden. France |
After too much sun and crazy frogs, we took a tour of Monet's house. The decor of the house was just lovely and I wished that it was my home. I was amazed to find a room full of Monet's original paintings, as I half-expected them to all be hanging in some kind of famous museum. Gazing upon his profound passion brought me back to my school days and I remembered how fascinated I was by his individual imagination.
I left Monet's Garden with fresh inspiration, a sense of adventure and a new outlook on nature. And after a long and hot day, Jack's , "Fuck walking back, let's get a taxi." And I agreed. My new outlook on nature was short lived.
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| Inside Monet's House, Claude Monet's Garden, France |
