Saturday, September 11, 2010
Nisha and her mom, my dear friend, Danielle, were in Paris several years ago on the day one of the Harry Potter books was published and scoured the city for this English edition. (And, because Micah also loves Harry, and because Danielle indulges my children's every whim, they brought home a French edition for Micah, who wanted one though she speaks not a word of the language.) Today, I want to wish sweet, beautiful Nisha a special day. She's in California, a college freshman, getting ready to study theatre at USC, and I want her to know we're thinking of her. Sweetie, because you're so far away, and we miss and love you and want to celebrate your day in a fitting manner, we're going to Anthro and I'll encourage your mom to spend beaucoups on "a little happy", as my mother used to say, to put in a post-birthday care package. Spoil yourself on your birthday! xoxo
Monday, September 6, 2010
Every time we walked across the bridge over the Seine and approached the arched entry of the Louvre courtyard, my heart sped up. This entrance led to so much. The first day, we went to the Louvre but, on subsequent days, we took the same route to Place de Concorde, Champs de Elysee, Tuileries Gardens and other destinations.
To prevent the detail from getting even less clear than this, the painting has been cropped. Only the center is shown. The painting in the Louvre is 30' x 16'. David painted himself into the gallery. He also included Napoleon's mother (top left in chair) who refused to attend in protest to a family squabble between Napoleon and his brothers. Napoleon is shown preparing to place the crown on Josephine's head.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
When I saw this painting in Versailles, I stood and stared for a long time, then actually got teary when I had to leave the room to see the rest of the palace. I just felt like I was abandoning him and wished he could know that there are still those who appreciate the person he was, care about him, and are sorry for all he went through. Exactly the kind of craziness Micah had to deal with. A free trip to Paris isn't all fun and games.
My favorite portrait of Marie Antoinette, with her children, Marie-Therese, Louis-Charles, and Louis-Joseph, pointing to the empty cradle of baby Sophie, who had died during the time period in which the portrait was painted. And, now I've seen it in real life.
F R/M A fanatic. Check out www.madameguillotine.org.uk.
Postcard, featuring Notre Dame, from my great-aunt, Marnie, to her family back home, when she visited my family in France, the year I was born. A long, long time ago. I've changed considerably, but the cathedral looks just the same.