Part of one of my classes is to go on these walks that the department has put together. Part of that was to go to the residence of Victor Hugo from the years 1836-1848. It was pretty gorgeous - lots of original victorian furniture and most of the original pieces of his japanese dish display. It was very interesting.
I actually didn't take this photo, but this is where he lived. Woot.
There were a few stories with lovely stairs and tile and that fantastic old house smell. Yum.
To prove I was there.
Had to get one with the man himself.
The poor little stairs . . . they're a little bit slanted.
I am nearly overwhelmed with being Parisian-posted to death today... and I think it is spectacular. (I guess my Le Vesinet post primed your pump.) That is quite a house for Msr. Hugo.
ReplyDeleteYou seem to be experiencing the Paris he described in his most famous work: That day was sunshine from start to finish. All nature seemed to be on a vacation. The flower beds and lawns of Saint-Cloud were balmy with perfume; the breeze from the Seine vaguely stirred the leaves; the boughs were gesticulating in the wind; the bees were pillaging the jasmine; a whole bohemian crew of butterflies had settled in the yarrow, clover, and wild oats. The stately park of the King of France was invaded by a swarm of vagabonds, the birds.