We woke up early to get to our landlady’s apartment to pay the rest of the rent and then get the train to Giverny.  We had coffee and brioche there for about an hour, then left for the Metro and on to the Gare St. Lazare.  It was a bit of a mess to find the train station from the Metro station, but we finally made it and bought our tickets, along with a week long unlimited pass to the Metro, RER and buses.  We barely made it to the train in time, boarding about 1 minute before they left.  We had to sit apart because there were no seats together.  Next time, we’ll get there earlier just to avoid the consternation trying to get tickets and find the platform at the right time.  The trip took about 45 minutes, then we left the train and got in line to get the buses that take tourists to Giverny from Vernon, where the train dropped us.  There were long lines at the buses, but we boarded and made about a 10 or 15 minute drive to Giverny where we picked up tickets to get into Claude Monet’s home and gardens.  The line was long and we probably waited 30-45 minutes for that.  We should have purchased that ahead of time.  The house was bigger than I thought and it was amazing that he cut down the pine trees that were the original garden and did all the planting himself.  It was a very large garden and a cacophoney of colors and different flowers — some huge dahlias and peonies and then the normal nasturtiums, foxglove, sunflowers, roses, etc.  We walked through the house and saw his original collection of japanese prints, which were numerous.  As I said, the house was larger than I thought and had the prints everywhere, as well as copies of some of his works.  We wal uked through the gardens, taking a few pictures and then came across the lily pond that he painted so much.  I could understand why as it was beautiful.  I will try to post some pictures on facebook or something.  We finished in the gift shop, which was pretty good.  It was actually his studio originally and they turned it into a gift shop.  We both wondered if Money would be proud that he was so recognized or horrified at the commercialization of his home.  Probably the latter.  We had lunch at a little out of the way restaurant with some Bordeaux, which we are really enjoying here, and then walked back to the buses and then on to the train station.  We thought we may want to check out the little town of Vernon, but as the bus took us through, we decided there wasn’t much to it and just went to the train station.  We arrived back at the Gare St. Lazare and it was immediately apparent that something had happened there.  It was smokey there and there were police everywhere with the part of the metro station that we need to get to cordoned off.  After trying to find a way through, we decided to come above ground and figure things out.  We started walking and came across a bus stop that had a bus number that we recognized.  Once we looked at the map on the bus stop, we realized that it would take us within an easy walk of our apartment.  We watched for things we recognized and followed the bus on the bus map, then Bobby recognized the Metro stop that we had been taking earlier in the week.  We got off and went to the market.  We picked up some shrimp, another bottle of Boadeaux and then went to the supermarket.  We bought tabouli, beets and lettuce with a few other items, then came back to the apartment and opened the bottle of wine.  After we had reliaxed awhile, I cooked the food and we ate in our apartment.  It was actually pretty wonderful.  Tomorrow we tackle the Ile de Cite, Notre Dame and St. Chapelle, along with anything else we want.  I read about a small underground museum dedicated to those that had been taken to concentration camps during WWII that sounded pretty wonderful, so I think we will try to do that.  Until tomorrow………….

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About lynntclarke

I am an attorney by trade, but love to travel. I am in my "golden" years and decided to blog about some of my trips, mainly to keep a diary of my experiences, so that I can do picture books for my travels and remember what I did each day. When you travel, you tend to forget the day before as you are having such wonderful new experiences. The blog will be there forever, I suppose, but memories fade fast. I hope you learn something worthwhile as you read. If not, then that is okay, too. Enjoy your own travels!!!

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  1. Thank you Lynn for sharing. I am enjoying your daily posts. I know how hard it is to keep this up everyday so I appreciate your effort.

    • lynntclarke says:

      Barry, thanks for your words. It’s like a diary, but online. I’ve always kept travel journals, but never published them — just had them in notebooks. I lost the one I did for India on the plane back, so I decided to keep a record online.

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