hotel lobby/breakfast area
everything in france is tasty, but the cheeses here were especially good. in france, the milk kind of tastes like cheese and the cheese like butter and the butter like milk. [at least
i want to move in here;
an astronomical clock. neither the fencing nor the ladder were here the first day, and from what it seemed like there was something near the clock falling apart. there was a lady explaining the clock in english nearby to a group of her fellow tourists. i was peacefully eavesdropping, waiting to hear what was happening when a tv crew started interviewing her and she switched to french, [to the lower right is the lady and the crew] so i’m not sure why everything was in such disarray.
here and in paris there are carousels everywhere!
top of the joan of arc cathedral
inside
there is also a bar/restaurant called the flaubert near the museum.
i went to see vicky christina here.
until now, it felt as if was being stalked by josh brolin and his shoes. in the metro, on the street, in the buildings, everywhere josh brolin. a week or so later, he was replaced by agyness deyn kissing jean-paul gaultier.
this was so tiny & cute!
the flaubert museum, where he grew up. unfortunately, i didn’t get to see the space where he did most of his writing and visited with others [the 'flaubert pavilion'] as that is only open on the weekends [in the winter, anyway], but there were some fun items from his youth here, library documents, and that sort of thing. it was also a medical museum as its housed in a building that’s part of a hospital [and that is exceptionally beautiful] so there was a really terrifying dental exhibit which i started at for quite awhile and unfortunately was too much in pain to think to photograph.
i think that photos of museums like this are only interesting to the taker and not at all the viewer, in part due to the obsessive tendency to photograph *everything, and in part because such museums aren’t usually aesthetic spaces, so the 70-something photos aren’t here.. even though there’s three photos from breakfast, these were a bit excessive. but if you’re as in love with flaubert as i, i’ll gladly share them!!
the stairs had definitions from his/b&p’s dictionary;
there were drawings of flaubert throughout his life, but this one looks like the dog sweepers in alice in wonderland, who sweep away the pathway in the dark forest behind he [so it makes me smile].
in the garden, where there are labeled herbs and a big statue of flaubert
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