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Monday, August 4, 2025

Bayeux

40–90% of Normandy’s cities were bombed and destroyed during WWII, but Bayeux was a rare exception (along with Honfleur on the coast). The Germans had tightly restricted access to the town, only a few were allowed to move freely. One of them was a monk, a famous cyclist, who needed to ride outside the city.

Bayeux wasn’t a strategic target... it was more of a leisure post for German soldiers, with "houses of pleasure" (apparently most of the hotels here were that!), a cinema, and very little military equipment. They heard the shelling on D-Day and quickly left to reinforce the coast. The cyclist monk left too, informing the British that the Germans had gone and begging them not to bomb Bayeux. The nearby rown of Caen was 80% destroyed ans Bayeux wasn’t touched. That’s why its cathedral and historic buildings remain intact. Thanks, in part, to the monk, Dom Aubourg.
So with that being said… Bayeux is gorgeous.
It has a completely different vibe from Pari: super laid-back, with a slower pace with both locals and tourists. My Airbnb is a room in a whimsically decorated 16th-century house. My window overlooked Rue Saint-Jean, a strolling street that became unexpectedly lively when a band performed right outside on Saturday night (every other street in this town was completely dead).
Tired from my journey from Paris, I treated myself to the very cheesy, but completely adorable: Petite Tourist Train. It does a 45-minute loop around town with audio in seven languages (including English) and was a perfect intro to Bayeux and a much-needed break for my feet.
I also had my first macarons of the trip at L'Olivier du Macaron which, according to one review was, “better than any I had in Paris.” I can’t speak for Paris, but compared to Canada, these were amazing. Perfect crunch, soft crème filling. I tried blueberry, apricot, vanilla, and apple-caramel and blueberry and apple-caramel were my faves.
Speaking of apples… Normandy is known for them, and thus, for its cider! I tried a glass of Les Vergers de Ducy at dinner, just the right balance of dry and sweet. Goldilocks level goodness.

Bayeux Cathedral
One of the most impressive sights here is the Bayeux Cathedral, built in 1077. It dominates the skyline with its spire. My agnosticism always takes a backseat in Europe, apparently.
My favorite sculpture inside? Two tiny figures called The Bayeux Lovers.
In the evening, I was lucky enough to be there on a day they were doing a light and sound show on the cathedral. Using the art inspired by the painter Alain Thomas, they had moving images depicting the four seasons. It was quite impressive and one of the more magical moments of this trip.
The Bayeux Tapestry
The Bayeux Tapestry is a 950-year-old, 68-meter-long embroidered cloth that depicts the events leading up to William the Conqueror's success at the Battle of Hastings. William then became the subsequent Norman ruler over England in 1066. This tapestey is part of Unesco's Memory of the World.

It can be viewed as a sort of medieval propaganda that justified the Norman invasion to the public, as it was displayed yearly in the cathedral to the majority of illiterate masses. Upon arrival, you are given a headset that tells the story of the tapestry as you slowly walk around it - much like they would have done in the 11th century. It was impressive how well the colours and cloth have kept up, considering all the wars and revolutions that France and England have been a part of since then! 

Afterward, I accidentally napped during a follow-up film (oops), but then wandered into a room full of Pixi statues: cute little metallic miniatures depicting French life, cartoons, and pop culture. I saw Tintin, Astérix, Babar… even the Simpsons!

They also had a miniature replica of the tapestry, which is handy since you can’t take photos of the original.
Bayeux is a stunning, low-key town... a peaceful break from the buzz of Paris, perfect for a weekend away. But that’s not why I came here. I chose Bayeux because of its proximity to the Normandy beaches. And if you know even a smidgen of WWII history, you know that’s a must-visit. That’s where I’m headed next… Stay tuned.

Sunday, August 3, 2025

My Paris Art Trail

I’ve done the Louvre and checked off the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo. I’ve visited Versailles and been humbled by its architecture and extravagance. So, which art gallery is next...

...The Rodin Museum!
I love a good sculpture, probably more than any other type of art. While Henry Moore may be my favorite, I really appreciate the naturalism of Auguste Rodin. His museum was at the top of my list, and luckily, it wasn’t too busy 👌

The sculpture garden was full of his most famous bronze statues like the Thinker, the Kiss and the Gates of Hell

There were also statues of influential French leaders I’d never heard of, grouped as The Monument to the Burghers of Calais. It depicts six men who surrendered to the King of England during the Hundred Years’ War. Each figure was displayed solo, then finally together in a powerful grouping. My favorite was Andrieu d’Andres, with his head in his hands, overcome with despair.
The Gates of Hell was another standout—massive and intricate, inspired by Dante’s Divine Comedy, and incorporating many of Rodin’s other works like The Thinker and The Three Shades. I actually saw the original plaster version at the Musée d'Orsay the next day!
After the garden, I toured Rodin's former rental home, Hôtel Biron, which now houses a lot of his art. As expected, I was drawn to my favorite piece of his: The Kiss.
But I was also unexpectedly moved by two of his hand sculptures—The Cathedral and The Secret. These sister statues were beautifully made.
Fun fact: when Rodin first began sculpting, he made a statue of a Belgian soldier that was so lifelike, critics in 1877 accused him of using a life cast instead of sculpting it by hand. Talk about a compliment!

Musee D'Orsay
This has always been a bucket-list museum for me. I love expressionism and post-expressionism, and the architecture alone was worth the visit. The museum is housed in a former train station (Gare d'Orsay) built in 1900, the first electrified urban terminal station in the world. It still has much of that original beauty.

My favorite animal has always been the polar bear (bless you, elementary school project), so I was thrilled to see François Pompon’s sculpture. Pompon worked with Rodin, but his focus was animals, not humans.

I also fell in love with these quirky little sculptures by Léopold Chauveau called Monstre. Which Little Monster speaks to you most? Move over, Seventeen Magazine, this is the hottest personality quiz yet.
Since today was a low-energy, recovering-from-jet-lag kind of day (Rodin Museum and Hôtel des Invalides wore me out yesterday), I headed straight to the 5th floor for the Impressionists while I still had some steam.

I mostly skipped the Renoirs (though I did appreciate Dance at the Moulin de la Galette) and just soaked in the Monets and Van Goghs.

Impressionist Highlights:
Les Villas à Bordighera – Monet: This surprised me. I thought Monet only did dreamy water lilies and garden scenes, but this Mediterranean villa felt like an exotic twist on his usual.
Nymphéas bleus – Monet: 😍 Classic for a reason.
Danseuses bleues – Degas: As a kid, I loved the Degas dancers, so it was special to see this one in person.
The Siesta – Van Gogh: Something about this just feels peaceful. Like, everything can wait... it’s nap time.
Starry Night Over the Rhône – Van Gogh: My favorite painting is Starry Night (at MoMA in NYC). This felt like a beautiful brother of it.
Self-Portrait – Van Gogh: Calm and unhinged all at once. Painted while he was in a psychiatric hospital.
Port de la Rochelle – Paul Signac: Pointillism at its finest. 'Nuff said.
The Origin of the WorldGustave Courbet: A bold and divisive piece, but one I find absolutely beautiful. NSFW, so click this link to view.

Thanks for joining me on this little art adventure. I have zero art history background, but I sure appreciate the heck out of it.