One of my favorite experiences of my life to date, being surrounded by Claude Monet’s Waterlillies. I’ve been searching for the words to describe this experience and they all fall short. These photos have been ready to go for weeks and every time I start typing out words to accompany them, I realize they can’t compare.
So, besides a little commentary, here’s what I’ll say: Go. Experience it yourself. If you find yourself in Paris, please visit the Orangerie museum and send me a photo.
This was the one museum I didn’t give much credit in our planning. And I wish I would have known that it would be my favorite. I knew I wanted to see the walls covered in Monet’s brushstrokes, but I didn’t realize that I could have spent more time there.
We were in a hurry. I mentioned in my Louvre post, we were trying to fit in as many museums as we could to take full advantage of the free museum Sunday. An impressive feat, we were able to accomplish quite a bit in one day. We even had a little extra time at the end of the day and I totally regret not spending that time exploring the rest of the museum.
But, with all of our traveling I’ve noticed that sort of mystery left makes for our favorite places. It’s the ones that leave us wanting to visit again or dreaming of what else I could have explored that occupy my thoughts. I guess that’s the adventurer in me.
I am so thankful for the time we did have here. We came at a good time and for the most part had the place to ourselves. Maybe it was the two toddlers running amuck that we have to thank for clearing out the room.
Ruby making Parisian friends.
I’m not one of those moms who gets caught up in milestones or successes of her children. I don’t care too much. But, Ruby’s impressive list of art museums that she’s visited, I am so proud. It was so sweet to be able to share this with her.
staring out at the Tuileries Garden.
I will visit this museum again some day.