One of the days in France last week, we went to visit Monet's Garden at Giverny.
It's a beautiful light bright garden of cottage annuals and ornamental and fruit trees, bamboo and lilies - and its totally impossible to describe any of it properly.
I'd been there once before, when I was 13 or 14. What struck me this time is that its the same. It was very beautiful then and is very beautiful now. But it hasn't changed or evolved at all, as a normal garden would. It's a garden stuck in time, carefully renewed every year to a particular plan and planting scheme. Just like the house with it's fabulous blue tiled kitchen, it's a museum piece.
And a gorgeous one. Here's some pictures that in no way manage to reflect the heat or the light, the colours and the life of the place.