Le Musée Marmottan and a Great Salad

This morning, after treating ourselves to le vrai petit dejeuner chez Poilâne, we took the #63 bus to the le Musée Marmottan in the 16th arrondissement. The Marmottan is a former  hunting residence near the Bois de Boulogne. It's most famous for the permanent collection of Monet paintings which are displayed in a specially designed gallery. Monet was in his seventies when he painted many of these waterlily and willow canvases and he suffered from cataracts. When I stand back and look at all the different colours and the play of the light on the canvases, I am fascinated.

There is an exhibition of illuminated manuscripts and religious art in the Daniel Wildstein Gallery. It is amazing to me what a laborious task it must have been to create these gilded pages. The monks who created these works must have been trained from young boys in art and calligraphy. I compare it to the Bayeux Tapestry that I saw a few weeks ago and marvel at the talent and dedication of early artisans.

The temporary exhibition at the Marmottan is a display of  the works a French artist, Marie Laurencin, who lived in the first half of the 20th century and was influential in the avant-garde art and literary movements in Paris. She was a contemporary of Picasso and painted pastel scenes mostly of women.  Her works have a dream-like, curvilinear quality that express an idyllic feminine world. I had never heard of her so I learned a lot from my visit. What impresses me is the large number of retired French people who visit the temporary exhibitions and who listen attentively to the docents.

La salade jacobine
We stopped at Boulevard St. Germain to have lunch at La Jacobine  on rue St. André-des-Arts. I love les salades composées. This one had eggplant, carrot, white asparagus, tomato, cucumber, olives, chicken and vegetable quiche on a bed of greens. I couldn't finish it and right now dinner seems questionable. The rue St. André-des-Arts is a cobblestone street which runs about a block below
St. Germain and contains various interesting food shops and restaurants. The most famous is Procope, the oldest coffee house in Paris (established 1686). I like to wander on this street on Sundays and to people-watch.
I'm not sure if Barb is off to another milonga tonight. She is enjoying taking the Métro and exploring the evening in Paris. She has met and danced the tango with lots of different people of various ages and nationalities. For two sixty year-old women, we are having a lot of fun.


  1. I don't know why we've never made it to the Marmottan, but I've made a note for this visit -- we'll be there before the Marie Laurencin exhibition closes, so I hope to take that in. Thanks for the scouting! I think I'll also make a note of that restaurant -- such a lovely area to wander. . . .


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