Last weekend Dieter and I jumped into the car for a mini roadtrip to France, and we had a good reason. When I was about 12 years old I developed an obsession with the work of Claude Monet, and had a big poster of the Nymphéas next to my bed. Just in case you needed proof of that, I found a terribly glossy analogue picture of my room from circa 2001, including my cat Flurk (who passed away only last year) and he was definitely not supposed to be on my bed (sorry mom). Behold my kitschy room that I decorated myself, with the pièce de résistance being the purple wall colour to resemble Monica’s apartment in Friends. Phew.
Since then, I have always wanted to visit Monet’s home and gardens but somehow it never happened even though Giverny is about a 4 hour drive from Antwerp, so you can imagine that I was pretty happy to finally be there after 15 years. And I must say that even though it was pretty crowded (and I do not like crowds), it was so beautiful and lived up to all my expectations. I was very much looking forward to the wisteria above the Japanese bridge being in full bloom in the water garden. The flower garden was equally beautiful, bursting with colours from different kinds of flowers, but in my opinion the tulips in front of the house were the most beautiful part here.