French blue

19 December 2003 at 16:26 Leave a comment

It was a beautiful day. We walked around Luxembourg Gardens, my first visit. The fall-flowers were purple and yellow, the grass green, the statues of Queens of France evocative.

The Fontaine de Medicis was half-full of brilliant yellow leaves, stark against the dark murky water and the imposing statuary.

But it was the sky that dominated everything.

It was such a blue as I had never seen. Now I understood that the blue of the Tres Riches Heures du le Duc du Berry was not ‘cartoonish’ as I had imagined. This was that blue. It was the blue of a Rubens, and peppered with those same perfect white clouds, which were in quite a hurry and rushed across the sky, while somehow maintaining their fat, fluffy shapes. They seemed incongruent on such a cool day, these summery clouds.

We sat in the chairs near Marguerite de Navarre and lost ourselves in that immense blueness.

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