Giverny is a town that is part of the Normandy region. We pass field after field of canola. It was tough to get any good shots. As you can see, it is not sunny. In fact, it is raining and I am praying that it clears by the time we get to Giverny.
The weather got better and better as we got closer to Giverny....yes! We are walking where Monet walked and I am overwhelmed at how fortunate I am to be here taking pictures and experiencing this beauty. This is my favorite picture. Apparently, this isn't the Japanese bridge, but I liked it better. I knew the waterlilies wouldn't be in bloom because of the time of year. So, I bought a waterlily scarf!!!
This is Andrew and I on the famous Japanese bridge. Our guide was kind enough to take a bunch of pics of us! This gorgeous wisteria was planted by Monet.
I thought these were very pretty....they are on the bank of this pond between the bridges, along with many other beautiful flowers and trees. I could have stayed there ALL day taking pictures!
This is the front of Monet's house. He moved here after his first wife, Camille, died. His second wife, Alice came into the marriage with 6 of her own children. Monet had 2. They needed a big place! They didn't want us taking photos inside, but it was really beautiful. The kitchen was all periwinkle blue. The dining room was all bright yellow. The sitting room wall was entirely covered in Monet's Japanese art collection.
Closeup of the flower bed in front of Monet's house.
This is the view from Monet's bedroom. At the peak of his career, he employed 7 gardeners to take care of these gardens and the Japanese bridge area....quite expansive.
The Iris flower was everywhere!
This tourist cafe was just down the road from the real cafe that Monet actually frequented.....OMG. Anyway, bread, cheese, wine and thou! A great way to end our Monet tour...
Bicycles and motorcycles were everywhere! You have to be a little crazy to ride these in traffic, though!
This is our last night in Paris. We head over to Bercy Village Shops and Restaurants not too far from our hotel where even the Parisians hang out, because the food is so good. This was once an old railway station where wine from the south of France arrived in Paris. The entrance of the Saint-Émilion metro station (named after the French wine) opens onto this village, which is a commercial area of Paris that replaced the old wine warehouses of Bercy. This is an area specializing in good food. We choose Chez Bruno and get a table right out on the edge of the alley, great for people watching.
Bon Appétit!
The last patisserie....
Au revoir, Paris!





















































