Just got back from a whirlwind painting tour of France.  I taught a Plein air Painting Workshop in Paris/Giverny/Provence.  Nothing could prepare me for the amazing sights and sounds of this magnificent country.  The first four days lapping up the Paris culture and trying to absorb the Louvre and the Musee d'Orsay and L'Orangerie.  Just overwhelmed by the immensity of the collections.  To paint in Giverny in the late afternoon early evening was a religious experience.  I truly felt the presence of the Monet the master standing in his footsteps on the bridge overlooking the lilypond.  At the hotel Baudy I could imagine the American Impressionist sitting around the cafes discussing the recent paintings and wanting so much to be part of the painting revolution that had started in this little country town.  Arles in Provence colors were delightfully refreshing.  Warm pinks, cool blues, hot yellows, creamy whites and soft lavendar ancient stones still reflect in my memories of a place so far away but so dear to my heart.  I hope to return some day.