I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. ~ Claude Monet
Holidays for many of us are usually a very short break or in my case one night away in Normandie, however although the Normandie border is only 15 minutes away our destination was towards Paris, a four hour drive.
We oohed and ahhed at charming old timbered houses topped with thatch, we commented on the pretty villages. Eventually we stopped for an enormous inexpensive lunch in an Auberge, sadly the staff were holding back on smiles and conversation.
Apres Lunch. The land flattened out en route looking very like the flat lands of Lincolnshire in Angleterre. Just before arriving at Monet's house we drove through soft rolling countryside very like Bucks/Berks across the channel. The light traffic got even less busy. At 16.00hrs we arrived at our destination as some visitors were leaving, we took in the perfumed walled garden, the beautiful water garden and Monet's wonderful comfortable house.
I thought that the tulips would have finished flowering but I was wrong.
You will often see the word interdit for forbidden
Half timbered buildings are called colombarge
To be continued.................off to paint!