There's a museum really close to my apartment that Beatrice is always telling me to go to, and I finally went with Brad and Mom. It's a large collection of impressionist and post-impressionist art, including the world's largest collection of works by Monet, all housed in what used to be Marmottan's private residence. One of Dad's colleagues, when I had dinner with him, told me that they used to not get many visitors and then they tacked "Monet" onto the title and admissions have soared...
Mom, looking at "The Japanese Bridge" (one of many entitled that). We found out that Monet had cataracts as he got older, which greatly contributed to the blurriness in his paintings that he's famous for. If you compare them to his earlier work, before all of the water-lilies and stuff, you can really see the difference--they are much crisper and clearer, and some actually look like they could be photographs.
More Monet's in the staircase. It's kind of blurry because we weren't supposed to be taking pictures. (Don't worry though, I didn't use flash)
Mom outside of the Museum.
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