Where the spring visit had been all tulips and irises, relatively low-lying plants and beds, the garden was now tall. It was not exactly overgrown, but the plants were clearly at their tallest points, thick and green.
The crowds oohed and ahhed when a cat appeared, but watching him creep quickly on the grass, I expected what was coming.
After walking through the formal gardens, we crossed to the Japanese pond on the other side.
We again went to the Impressionist Museum for lunch, followed by a visit to the temporary exhibit of Sorolla, a Spanish painter who painted in Paris in the late 19th century. He had been unknown to us. His use of light was stunning. I don't normally photograph paintings, but I wanted to remember my first impressions of his work.
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