The next and final part of the trip was a visit to Christian Dior's childhood home and gardens which have now been preserved and turned into a museum filled with his most iconic pieces and history.
Walking through the displays in the house I was struck by just how modern and beautiful his pieces are and that I could imagine them still turning heads today - all this and they had been created more than half a century ago! I guess this is the way of classic fashion, but who am I with my cotton tee shirts and jeans to know this sort of thing?
And yet for all their beauty, I still found the gardens to be more beautiful and touching to me than anything inside the house. There were trellises covered in various types of climbing roses while beside them even more roses were planted. In a secluded corner of the corner there was also a little courtyard filled with still more varieties of roses, some of which had blooms whose size I found unbelievable.
I don't know why but I've always thought the rose a pretentious flower with its bold colors and heavy fragrance. And yet here the mixture of the roses and the salt from the sea nearby just seemed the perfect fit for the garden.
I sat there for a time beneath the roses and just breathed it all in, not quite ready to return to Paris where there would ultimately be homework and words I don't know. But all too soon the tour guide called for us and we piled back on the bus, piled back to return to the City of Light.
Walking through the displays in the house I was struck by just how modern and beautiful his pieces are and that I could imagine them still turning heads today - all this and they had been created more than half a century ago! I guess this is the way of classic fashion, but who am I with my cotton tee shirts and jeans to know this sort of thing?
And yet for all their beauty, I still found the gardens to be more beautiful and touching to me than anything inside the house. There were trellises covered in various types of climbing roses while beside them even more roses were planted. In a secluded corner of the corner there was also a little courtyard filled with still more varieties of roses, some of which had blooms whose size I found unbelievable.
I don't know why but I've always thought the rose a pretentious flower with its bold colors and heavy fragrance. And yet here the mixture of the roses and the salt from the sea nearby just seemed the perfect fit for the garden.
I sat there for a time beneath the roses and just breathed it all in, not quite ready to return to Paris where there would ultimately be homework and words I don't know. But all too soon the tour guide called for us and we piled back on the bus, piled back to return to the City of Light.
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