Monday, August 26, 2013
Musee des Beaux-Arts
I never made it to the market on Sunday!
Today, I set off on foot to find a farmer's market. I didn't get lost per se (haha!). I just went in a direction and tried to take in all the details (the sights and sounds and smells) of my surroundings. There's something about the way laundry hangs out to dry here, the way hedges grow behind mossy stone walls, the narrowness of the streets and the way they weave through the town that just gives the impression that the people came first, then the homes, then the roads. I can't quite describe the architecture, but it's uniquely French. Structures are built with a concrete creativity. The patterns in the bricks, the contrasting colors of the shutters and the doors, and the artistry of the rot-iron fences display restraint, but still seem at ease with the cycles of natural life around them: the rust, the rot, the browning branches... It's hard to put into words, but I will take some pictures eventually to show you what I mean. I already have a portfolio of entrances coming together in my head. Blah blah blah there is beauty everywhere here blah blah blah!
I ended up snaking through the circuitous streets and staircases of Saint Cyr only to arrive smack dab in front of an organic beauty salon that I google mapped yesterday as a possible place to ask about hot yoga. It was closed - boo! So, I crossed the bridge into the center of town and stumbled into the Musée des Beaux-Arts. For five euros I was able to roam freely through the gardens and up and down the magnificent staircases of this impeccable building. I admired the permanent installations, but really enjoyed the exposition and the artwork of Olivier Debré.
This guy is a serious PIMP. He paints outdoors with a broom! I whispered words to myself such as, "formidABle, SUper, GENial" and really meant them. There were maybe seven or eight huge wall-sized abstractions of emotion and poetry on canvas. In the same room with his work was a mobile hanging over a brightly painted piano. I walked meditatively through this room for a while thinking deeply about Billy, his work, and our life together. I can't say I wasn't moved to tears... :)
The museum closes down for lunch at 12:30pm so when the clock struck noon, the volunteers were almost shooing me out the door. Haha! Maybe, also, I looked a little lost or out of place in my gym clothes, but I seriously got asked 3 or 4 times if I was looking for the exit - LOL. I bought another batch of postcards (which went out already) and asked at the front desk of the museum if there was a farmer's market (un marché en plein air) in the area that day. Snobby pants said it wasn't until tomorrow... I spent the next four hours wandering the cobble stone streets of the artist quarter.
-Creperie - Seriously smells like heaven... I can't wait to go!
-Printshop - YES! Finally printed/photocopied/prepared flyers for being a personal chef.
-Women's fitness center - Ella Fit! - where they're giving me my first yoga class FREE on Wednesday
Made my way back home by bus, and, in the evening, met with the entire staff of the Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire Volley Ball Club. The leadership asked me to coach the men's team. The two guys I've met so far on the team really love the sport of volleyball, so I'm looking forward to it being a fun and rewarding experience.
First practice with the entire N2 team tomorrow... More later!