Had a very eventful weekend last week, with a hike at Saint-Remy with our classmates from ALFAP on Saturday, and a visit to Musee d'Orsay on free Sunday. We are never the arty-farty type, so France has really taught us well in this aspect. I'm not a connoisseur of paintings, but I left Musee d'Orsay with only images of impressionists and post-impressionists paintings.
The 2 artists etched in my mind are Edgar Degas and Vincent van Gogh, the former with a negative impression, and the later with curiosity. There was a temporary exhibition on the theme of "nudity" by Degas, all was good until the explicit paintings of prostitutes. If my understanding of "impressionism" is right, then I would think that Degas must have visited lots of brothels for his project.
Van Gogh's works are so distinctive, that I think the non-arty me could probably sniff out his works in future. The child-like style of his is so unmistakable that I can't help wonder what was going on in his head when he painted those crooked images. Were these the images he saw during the years when he suffered from his mental illness? I'm curious...
Oh well...we ended the day very well at Coutume cafe, based on David Lebovit's recommendation. Haven't had such a good cup of latte ever since I arrived in France! But I guess this place is really just good for coffee, as their meals are rather sub-standard. Great place to get all kinds of coffee gadgets here, they even have a coffee mill so that you can grind your own coffee beans....cool!
Oh well...we ended the day very well at Coutume cafe, based on David Lebovit's recommendation. Haven't had such a good cup of latte ever since I arrived in France! But I guess this place is really just good for coffee, as their meals are rather sub-standard. Great place to get all kinds of coffee gadgets here, they even have a coffee mill so that you can grind your own coffee beans....cool!
It was pure coincidence that our paths just crossed with these "18th century" beings. I would probably have freaked out if I'm alone in the forest, with these ladies standing in the middle of the woods like that. Turns out that an association is having a party at the château, commemorating French history. They saw us walking past, and wanted to invite us to join in the party...can't believe that something like this can really happen out of the blue, this is my neighbourhood and I'm LOVING IT!!!
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