Moret-sur-Loing
This medieval riverside village with stone bridges, quiet lanes, and painterly light. This one. It was famously captured by Impressionist Alfred Sisley who lived here at the end of his life until his death in 1899. We went here while we were staying in Fontainebleau, but you can also take a day trip from Paris. Highly recommended. It’s uncrowded and gorgeous, at least on the day we were there.
The Bridge of Moret-sur-Loing, 1887 by Alfred Sisley
Alfred Sisley 1893
Moret-sur-Loing, 1902 by Armand Guillaumin. A self-taught artist and an early impressionist – the most colorful one!
The last night in Paris at our airport hotel.
The Eiffel Tower as seen from Line 6 Metro that goes above ground for a gorgeous view of Paris
Our dining table in Fontainebleau.
Look closely and you’ll see a super cute Art Mammal in the photos above. That’s Christine. She makes incredible lamps! I loved meeting her in Paris since she happened to be there at the same time as Sister and I.
I’ll just be home for the foreseeable future making coffee and tea in my new glass teapot and writing in my journal.
My kitchen table spoke and said two French tablecloths were called for after returning from France, not one.
Day 351 of my retirement. I walked into Chapter 3 at the end of April. For the record: Chapter 1 Swimming. Chapter 2 Art Mammals. Chapter 3 France (still living here).
My sister and I have been having sketchbook FaceTimes to work on our pages. We’re painting the blanks we came home with and it’s terribly fun.
I received my order of 3×5 Mpix photos as seen above. I did a trial of about 25 photos and they came out great. Super pleased with their service, quality, and ease of use. I love the border and the ability to add text. Now I’m deciding what to do with them since I’m not adding photos to this travel journal — it’s too small and I want all the remaining pages to be gouache paintings. They looked great on this black sketchbook and it might be nice to combine photos with paintings. I’ll definitely add some to my writing journal. I usually make a Blurb book of our trips, but this time I’m thinking a black paper sketchbook instead.
I have to go. There are people still sitting at Parisian tables begging to be painted and cats who need attention.
Let me know your whereabouts and whatabouts. I want to know everything. The end.
p.s. our Fontainebleau toilet room on the spiral staircase in photo above not recommended for nighttime visits for anyone with vertigo.
