Day four began with a very long line at the Musee D’Orsay, where many of the French impressionist paintings are displayed. It was well worth the wait! The building itself, a former train station, is a work of art. So much beauty in one building. We spent most of the morning and early afternoon enjoying the works of Van Gogh, Monet, Gaugin, Manet, Seurat and many, others.
Because we spent so much time there, we decided to skip Versailles (I know!) and we went back to Montmartre for some food and souvenir shopping.
Now, we are all packed and ready for our flight to Rome in the morning.
By the way, Have I mentioned how much wine we’ve been drinking? LOTS!! Vive La France!
I traveled to the Island of Faial with my Husband Steve and my family last summer. Both my parents were born there. I first went when I was 14 years old. I was beginning my teen angst years combined with the beginnings of dealing with being gay. Needless to say, I was a bit preoccupied to appreciate how amazingly beautiful this Island is.
Every corner of every turn on every road is a postcard!
The island was formed by a now dormant volcano. When my parents were growing up, farmers would take their livestock down rocky paths to the bottom of the crater to feed on the nutrient rich grasses. My dad would do this barefoot when he was growing up.
There was a violent earthquake in 1998 where 1,700 people out of a population of 15,000 were left homeless. The path down to the crater of the volcano was drastically changed. Gone is the path used by farmers. A more rough descent now exists from when I was 14… or maybe my age just makes it feel that way!