It is a sunny and beautiful Sunday in Nice…light and fresh air are streaming in through the open windows in Timothy Smith’s office. We are sipping coffee, chattering, taking photos, clipping dead blossoms from balcony flowers and listening to the sounds in the Port. The resident dove was on the windowsill awaiting her handout when we came out to make coffee. Yachts are signaling their departure out into the cerulean Mediterranian sea, birds calling their greetings to each other as the town and the ladies of 38 rue Catherine Segurane come alive for the day. Backing up a bit, will share with you some of the photos we took in St. Paul de Vence…of the elegant country lunch we ate in an art-filled garden in this town that is known as a gathering place for so many famous artists. Imagine walking from the umbrella’d garden into a warren of dining areas, tables set for the evening meal with starched white cloths, bouquets of fresh flowers, silver polished so well the spoons could be mirrors…only to look around and see the following items beautifully lighted and hanging above banquettes. Here is a link to a New York Times article that gives the history of this famous place. http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/05/10/artful-lodgers-colombe-dor-hotel-france/
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Am enjoying following your travels, Susie. I take a little issue with the NYT article that Bonnard is a “little-known French painter.” Not sure how much your trip is planned out. A possibility is to go to Le Cannet, which is truly just up the hill from Cannes. There is a lovely Bonnard museum there. That is where he lived the latter part of his life. Bonnard is the bathtub painter, having done many of them with his wife Marthe in the tub, just in case he less known that I think.
On Sun, Apr 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM, BrightlySheGoes wrote:
> Susie posted: ” It is a sunny and beautiful Sunday in Nice…light and > fresh air is streaming in through the open windows in Timothy Smith’s > office. We are sipping coffee, chattering, taking photos, clipping dead > blossoms from balcony flowers and listening to the so” >