The True Van Gogh Country

For our third wedding anniversary, we decided to spend the day immersed in Van Gogh. We set out for Arles and St. Remy de Provence, the former being the place where he lived and shared an apartment with Gaugin before famously losing his ear, and the second being the site of the mental hospital where he spent a very productive year after the incident in Arles. Arles and St. Remy are the places where most of his best-known and most beloved works were painted. Van Gogh painted 187 paintings while in Arles and 142 paintings in the year he was at St. Remy.

We went first to St. Remy to visit the sanitarium at St. Paul de Mausole, which is just outside the center of St. Remy and is still a mental institution, now known as the Van Gogh Institute. Here in a separate part of the complex they have kept and preserved Van Gogh’s room as it was when he stayed here. They have hanging on the walls several of Van Gogh’s letters written to his brother Theo describing his surroundings. Judging from his writings, it actually seems he was very happy there.

Walkway towards the asylum at St. Remy
Walkway towards the asylum at St. Remy
Cloisters at the entry
Cloisters at the entry
Van Gogh's bedroom at St. Remy
Van Gogh's bedroom at St. Remy
View from Van Gogh's bedroom - at least as it looks today
View from Van Gogh's bedroom - at least as it looks today
Out in the gardens - now you can see why sunflowers were the subject of so many of his paintings!
Out in the gardens - now you can see why sunflowers were the subject of so many of his paintings!
Another look at the cloisters
Another look at the cloisters

Outside of the building that holds Van Gogh’s room are the gardens hung with blown up reproductions of Van Gogh’s paintings created at St. Remy, hung in the spots where they were created. For those who love Van Gogh’s work, as we do, it is almost a sacred experience. Ostensibly his most famous painting (and my personal favorite), Starry Night, was painted at St. Remy.

One of the many paintings he did in the gardens at St. Remy
One of the many paintings he did in the gardens at St. Remy
My favorite self portrait - done while at St. Remy
My favorite self portrait - done while at St. Remy

Once he left St. Remy, he went to live just outside of Paris, near a doctor who was treating him, where he then shot himself in the chest in a field. The initial shot didn’t kill him – he wandered back to the auberge where he was staying and died two days later in his brother Theo’s arms. His last words to his beloved brother were “La tristesse durera toujours” – “The sadness will last forever”. In a sad footnote, Theo, his closest confidant and friend in life, died of what one can only describe as heartbreak six months later. They are now buried side by side just outside of Paris. Van Gogh did not even begin his career as an artist until he was 27. He was 37 years old when he died. Imagine what he could have done had he lived a full life.

We followed up St. Remy with a visit to Arles, where Van Gogh lived with Paul Gaugin and painted many of his best-known works. At the tourist office they have mapped a ‘Van Gogh Route’ that you can follow to visit all of the spots frequented or made famous by Van Gogh. Unfortunately the house he lived in, Maison Jaune or Yellow House, was destroyed during World War II.

We also visited the Roman coliseum at Arles, built in during the first century. Unfortunately we could not go inside as they were busy holding a bullfight, which they do every Wednesday during the month of July. It was not a tempting activity for us.

Roman coliseum at Arles
Roman coliseum at Arles
La Cafe de la Nuit in Arles - subject of some of Van Gogh's paintings
La Cafe de la Nuit in Arles - subject of some of Van Gogh's paintings
Part of the remains of an old Roman bridge in Arles
Part of the remains of an old Roman bridge in Arles

We returned back to the town of St. Remy for dinner, stopping to visit the birthplace of Nostradamus while we wandered the streets looking for a restaurant.

Birthplace of Nostradamus
Birthplace of Nostradamus

This little guy left the bar where he was spending his evening to come and say hello to Larry. He then returned to his post and assumed his seat. Hilarious.

Hanging out
Hanging out

Orsay and The Moon

We spent the morning working on our various projects, but by mid-afternoon we were itching to get out of the apartment. Being an overcast day with gray, useless light, the next thing we thought of was a museum. As we hadn’t been to Orsay yet this trip we grabbed our cameras and headed out.

For something so seemingly relaxing and non-active, museums take a lot out of you. After three hours of ambling through a place we’re usually ready to sit, or sometimes fall, down. We also find that in most museums, fortunately, those three hours are plenty to see the “important” or otherwise notable or attractive pieces — obvious exceptions being the bigger museums in NYC, D.C., and here in Paris. Orsay is a former train station, as Lisa mentioned in another post I believe, and a feature of that past is a cavernous main hall that is quite a sight to behold. Most of the museum’s sculptures stand in the main hall, giant figures among the many ant-like figures roaming around them in the clothing of either brightly under-dressed tourists or desperately fashionable Parisians.

As you can see by the picture of the grand hall below, the museum was sparsely attended while we were there. We were glad to be able to take our time and stop in front of our favorites, rather than wrestling with the mob from place to place.

We began with the temporary exhibitions, as they weren’t there last time we were here and may not be next time we come. One was an event marking the centenary of the death of painter Ernest Hébert (1817-1908) which consisted of his and his contemporaries’ paintings of Italian peasants. While portraiture is not my favorite type, his depictions were very impressive. One of my favorites was a little peasant girl. Cute as cute gets.

After that exhibit and some of the surrounding content, we decided to get a late lunch at the Cafe on the top floor. As we ate, we considered possible plans of attack. As we have enough time to return at least once or twice before we leave for the south, we decided to take our time on the top floor (impressionists and others) like we haven’t been able to do before, on shorter, more concentrated trips.

Orsay houses a few of my favorites by Van Gogh and others, and most of them are on the top floor. We took the next 3 hours to make our way through them. It was wonderful. I highly recommend it, as it necessarily comes with the highly recommended slow travel method we are experimenting with as well.

As always, though, after four and a half hours in the museum, we were ready to call it a night. We may have to rush the other floors on our next visit as we have many other museums to visit during our last weeks in Paris.

When we got home and settled in I looked out the window to see the crescent moon setting in a path toward the Eiffel Tower. I grabbed my camera and tripod and set up on the balcony to capture some nice long exposures for the collection. See below (click to enlarge).

Photographs and text © 2009 Larry L. Hanson

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