The front of our hotel.
The price of fuel, diesel is less expensive than gasoline.
Toilet in the auto plaza. Linda says it tones the thighs.
The cockpit of our tour bus.
Japanese garden at Monet’s Gardens
Water lily’s and reflections
(Fantastic view, lousy photographer)
Monet painted boats
Then there are the gardens, of which our poor attempts at photography don’t even begin to convey the unbelievable beauty that exploded all around us.
The photo Linda was taking.
Does dinner plate sized describe it?
A surprise everywhere you looked.
Even the few patches of grass have blooms erupting from them. Linda could not get over the fact that we saw zinnia's towering nearly seven feet in the air. This a place where one runs out of “WOWS” so fast that the hush in the gardens is from the fact that everyone here has been rendered speechless by what they are experiencing.
Dahlias? Yes there are dahlias.
Did I mention they have dahlias?
Finis (But we shall return again some day)
Monet’s grave where he is buried along with other members of his family.
Our route to Paris took us along the Seine. Linda took this photo of the Eiffel Tower.
Another Linda photo of the Eiffel Tower with a tree, and a boat in front.
Dusk at the Eiffel Tower. Photo by Bob.