Before I Knew Florence...
Sunday December 12, 2010
...there was Paris--the endless streets of beaux-arts façades, massive reserves of art and miles of gorgeous gardens. Not to mention the food, the wine, the language, the pretty people, the shopping, the atmosphere and the way of life. It was like a great, unrequited, long-distance crush. But now Florence has stolen my affection, which makes this post about my once-favorite garden at the Musée Rodin almost nostalgic.
Dear Paris, I hope you understand. I was young and naïve, and I just didn't know how good it could get.
View from inside the building over the great lawn. The proportions of each element (lawn, paths, mixed border) are perfect, and the framing of the composition by the Maple trees completes the picture.
The combination of plants in the mixed shrub-and-perennial border is masterful, with its textures, colors and multiple-season interest.
Those framing Maples I mentioned are actually allées of pleached trees on both sides of the central lawn. Walking through the site offers new and different experiences at every turn, both with planting design and strategically located sculpture.
The view over the great lawn back towards the Hôtel Biron (the historic name of the building)
A very clean step detail that is fairly common in Paris. The principle at work here--classical materials and design pared down to their bare essence--is inspiring to me in my own work and a distinct talent of the French. (Even the Florentines will concede that point.)
A closeup, showing the relationship between the treads, risers, side walls and grade
A small seating area off to one side, another example of the brilliant use of every inch (or centimeter) of the entire site
A bosque of Lindens set in gravel provide a simple setting for a sculpture. One of my favorite aspects of this garden is the variety of treatments of trees--bosques, allees, groves and single specimens--and still never becoming "busy."
The Burghers of Calais is my favorite sculpture of Rodin, but the little moat beneath it is so distracting it's almost irritating.
The reason it's my favorite... the exquisitely wrought hands
Two icons of my former infatuation in one photo
Now on to my new love and all of its wonders...