Stained Glass … Memories of France
All of us who love France find ways to nurture those feelings, to indulge often in the pleasant memories that stay with us for weeks and weeks after our travels. And so it is with my painting, as if touching brush and pen to paper will resurrect the best of our times in France.
One of my favorites, this ‘vitrail’ painting returns me to the one of the most enchanting times of our last stay in Paris. With our dear friends we were invited to brunch at the home of his brother and family in the 16th arrondissement. We enjoyed a warm welcome from our hosts, their two young-adult student children and the Russian exchange student, who was residing in their ‘chamber de bonne’ for a year. Instantly we have the mix of generations and diverse cultures to guarantee lively conversations!
We gathered in their lovely dining room – with the table set before this magnificent window and spread, of course, with all kinds of enticing fare from the patisserie, charcuterie and local market. As we spread artisan breads with fresh local jams and sampled an assortment of meats and cheeses, we shared little slices of our lives.
I particularly remember talking about different expressions and ways of life. We refer to ‘raining cats and dogs’. The French – ‘raining ropes’. Our ‘turncoats’ are traitors. Theirs turn their coats inside out – quelqu’un qui a retourné sa veste. The daughter asks, “What IS a food court?” I think her question was borne less of really expecting some kind of definition and more of trying to comprehend why you would have such a thing. That’s not exactly surprising given all of the intimate café choices one has in Paris!
As if we had not been immersed in enough culture and charm, we wandered a bit on leaving and found ourselves in front of the home of Hector Guimard – designer of the famous Art Deco metro entrances. Quite an afternoon, so I’m sure you don’t wonder at my desire to resurrect the whole thing!
Hoping you have a “Bon Weekend!”