Today is Claude Monet’s birthday. I’ve never been a huge fan of Monet, but thinking about him does make me feel all warm and jiggly inside.
When Renée and I were in France, we spent a day in Giverny, at Monet’s Garden… site of his home, and the inspiration for many of his best know paintings.
As we expected, the place was crawling with old people, consisting mostly of loud, crabby Americans. Still, it was a quiet, peaceful day; the perfect counterpoint to the previous four days in wild, swinging Paris. And yes… it was romantic.
Perhaps those old folks were onto something… or perhaps I’m just old.
