Here I am up at 5 a.m. to do some writing. The 300 word biographies are due today. I finished Ian’s a couple of days ago. Mine is somewhat incomplete. The first half is o.k. but the 2nd half needs to be altered. Instead of writing about my work experience I want to write more my other interests.
Nice as life was in St. Lucia, there were lessons learned in how to keep one’s spirits up in a monotonous hot climate. When we were anticipating going to Fiji, I decided I wanted to learn to weave. In Nimble Fingers, a toy shop in Stillorgan in Dublin, I spotted a small children’s loom made by Spears. It was packaged in a small box – perfect to add to our packing for Fiji. Yes! Months later when we were finally settled in our house in Suva I unpacked that Spears box and I embarked on my weaving career. Weaving on that small loom soon lead to a wish for a bigger tableloom, which I could order from New Zealand. And months later I ordered a heavier floor loom from New Zealand. Finally I was set up to weave floor rugs. And I had sources in New Zealand for buying the necessary yarn and other supplies. I was becoming a real weaver.
The Fiji Arts Club, of which were members, had exhibitions several times a year. These were very popular events. I had joined this club partly because I attended a Tuesday morning outdoor painting group. An exhibition was coming up and for the first time they were going to include crafts. With fear and trepidation I submitted 5 rugs. Much to my surprise they sold like hot cakes! I was launched!! One person in particular was raving about my rugs. Jill was a popular artist and we became friends – a friendship which has lasted for many years. One of her paintings is hanging in our apartment here at Ida Culver.
On their tour yesterday they just drove past the Louvre. But today on their own they went in – I trust that the line was not as long as pictured in yesterday’s Google image. The numbers of visitors in 1934 were fewer than in more recent years.
They saw pictures by Rubens, Van Dyck, Hals-Portraits, Murillo, Michael Angelo, The ngelus, The Reader, The Spring, Dance of the Nymphs, Mon Lisa. In sculpture, The Victory of Samothrace, Venus de Milo, Diana, the Lizard Killer.
They shopped in the Louvre Department Store and then went back to their hotel to drop off their purchases. (In a future blog I’ll list all the gifts my mother purchased during this trip.)
They had tea at the Miramar and then went on to American Express, then had fun shopping at Aux Trois Quartiers.
They walked up Faubourg St Honore, then across toward the Seine, then walked and walked until they got to the Eiffel Tower just as it closed. They were crushed. Had an Eskimo Pie to cheer themselves on. They walked up toward the Trocadero and across to the Champs Elysees. Had a grand dinner of melon, jellied lobster, ice cream at Marignan, a new cafe. They felt entirely silly so laughed almost all the way home.
After breakfast they went to American Express and joined the tour bus (full) to Versailles. Visited Malmaison, the Palace, Petit Trianon, Temple D’Amour.. Returned to Paris through St Cloud. Detailed listing of the things they saw. Napoleon and Marie Antoinette = many portraits and statues. (It sounds as if they really enjoyed it all.)