Sunday in Paris

When the sun actually shines on a Sunday in Paris 

the day feels somehow more special. 

Always laughing with Martine and Marcy.

A great Sunday starts at the flea market, 

where a search through vintage linen undergarments 

produced a beautiful camisole. 

Each piece in the trunk provided a sewing lesson 

with French seams, perfectly hand-stitched buttonholes, handmade lace and hand-stitched edgings.

Dyed vintage table linens 

will make a chic accompaniment to morning tea.

This young French ghoul is ready for Halloween!

Then it was off to the

Foundation Louis Vuitton, the stunning

Frank Gehry designed museum in the Bois de Boulogne

to view the Shchukin collection

which has had rave reviews.

The reviews are correct but obviously

they were not written by people

who stood in line for hours

(with tickets mind you).

Crowded lines between galleries.

The lines were hideous.

Yes, it's a first world problem.

Yes, I've become a country girl.

Yes, it's exemplary that so many people

are willing to wait in long lines to view art.

Yes, it was a Sunday afternoon

on a Holiday weekend with school vacation...

And, the lines were hideous --

outside (thank god it was a lovely day),

inside (once you've seen the first gallery

you know you have to go on) and

always for the toilettes.

Totally worth it! 

An amazing collection.

Most works never seen by the public before.

Portrait of Doctor Rey by Vincent Van Gogh.

This portrait by Van Gogh was my favorite piece.

So contemporary he could be

a hipster from Portland, Oregon.

Maurice Lobre, Dauphin’s Salon at Versaille.

I've been studying painting

with the talented Sarah F. Burns 

and was drawn to the sunlight on the floor

as well as the poignant subject matter in this piece.

The terrace views give even 

the modern skyline of Paris a certain romance.

A ‘living’ sculpture’, by Adrian Villar Rojas, 'Where the Slaves Live'.

Detail of the ‘living’ sculpture’, by Adrian Villar Rojas, 'Where the Slaves Live'.

This emotionally compelling piece 'lives' on the terrace.

An in-the-moment time capsule, 

the plants grow 

as the organic matter deteriorates.

The FLV building is a masterpiece

with ever shifting views.

Although the color panel installation

is compelling in a certain way

I look forward to returning when the glass panels

are in their original state.

À bientôt!