To go through the house of an artist and see how he lived is very nearly like looking at his work. Claude Monet’s house is filled with comfortable furniture, a kitchen you’d readily invite your friends to, and walls covered with canvases. Incorrectly referred to by me as “canvi.”
Of course there is his garden, where he produced so many water lily paintings that they fill an entire gallery in the Musée de l’Orangerie. I have not been there yet, but seeing this image on the left (by Berthe Weill) has convinced me that the trip will be worthwhile.
The gardens are nicely kept with a museum store (of course) attached so you can buy that mug or print to support the cause of upkeeping the home. I can imagine the man sitting in his later years, studying the light bouncing off the pond and conveying it with his paint brush.
The energy at the home is happy and comfortable. A good way to grow old, I think, with a nice cup of tea nearby.
