Friday, May 13, 2011: Paris
While we were trip planning, we relied heavily on the input of friends and family members. Jenn and Ed were two such key people. Ed had lived in the Latin Quarter while studying in Paris. Jenn had traveled extensively in Europe and had very specific recommendations. (Love that.) We set aside Friday to explore Paris in "Jenn and Ed's ideal day." After two hectic days, it was nice to let two quasi-natives lead us through their vision of the city on our final day in Paris (sad).
We started our day at the Musee de l'Orangerie. The featured works of art were Claude Monet's water lily murals. The large murals were displayed in two large oval shaped rooms on the ground floor. The understated presentation, natural lighting and minimalist backdrop of the museum walls were designed to let the murals speak for themselves.
Each of the murals was distinct in its own way. It was very cool how, when approaching the mural from one side, the perspective and shadows of the objects (the trees, the water) seemed to shift and change, as they would in reality.
In one of the murals (the one directly above and below), there is a dark shadow over the side of the water. At first, it just seems this shadow is a spot of darker murky water. But then, after looking at it for awhile, we started to notice the outline of the specific branches and leaves of the tree being reflected off the water. It was startling, and amazing. These pictures don't really do it justice. For the record, this painting was Jenn and Lou's favorite.
My favorite mural was the one above. I loved how the mural conveyed the depth and layers of the water. When I was younger, when I would play in the woods and near swamps, the depths of the water were always so mystifying and uncertain to me. Even up close, looking in, I always got a sense of tension and mystery looking into the water, as though the water had a life and story all its own. This painting was reminiscent of that feeling for me. It reminded me of the sense of unknown in our childhood. It's funny how a painting completed a hundred years ago still brings the sense that I can relate to in the current day.
A view of one of the water lilies up close and then further out.
Does this remind anyone else of the Clueless quote?