A Day in Montmartre

The Basilica du Sacre-Coeur de Montmartre

Aside from our mini-pilgrimage to the Catholic sites in Paris and its environs, the other "theme" of this holiday is probably getting a glimpse into the lives of the Impressionists.  Not so much their paintings (been there done that), but where they lived and worked.  Today, our visit to Montmartre covered both areas, starting with our visit to the Sacre Coeur and then, after lunch, around the Musée de Montmartre.

Montmartre is the "hill of martyrs", so named after the first Bishop of Paris, St Denis, who was decapitated here.  A most appropriate place to site this beautiful basilica!  The building itself is rather new - construction started in 1875 and was completed in 1914, a mere 39 years after!  It is truly a pilgrimage, having to walk up the hill to get to the basilica (and braving the touts along the way) but of course it was one we willingly made :-)  We were rewarded of course by a spectacular view over Paris.

We got here in time for morning mass (it is our routine now) and we celebrated the feast day of that most French of saints, Joan of Arc.  Maybe it is because we are visiting so many French Churches this visit, but I find they do love their French saints - St Joan, St Ursula, St Vincent de Paul, St Louis IX, St Therese of Lisieux etc - whose images appear in the stained glass windows and whose statues pop up in the various little shrines. Whilst mass was in French, the choir was a small group of nuns and their pure, sweet voices needed no translation to be appreciated.  They continued to sing even after mass had ended, which added to the atmosphere of faith and joy which I felt during my time here.

St Joan, as peasant girl
and warrior maid

After mass, we explored the huge church in greater depth. It was not my first time here (I think more like my third?) but it has been sufficiently long ago for memories of previous visits to have dimmed (although I do remember coming for Sunday mass here, the entire building packed despite its size).  We admired the humongous mosaic above the altar (apparently the largest in France), and wandered around the little chapels, many of which were dedicated to the French saints.  But there are two conspicuously non-French saints featured.  First, there is a chapel for St Ignatius of Loyola (also called the Chapel of the Jesuits, it was certainly funded by them), who apparently came with his companions to the nearby Church of St Pierre (of course there was no chapel in those days) and it was here that they started the "Society of Jesus", or the Jesuits.  Another chapel has a sign to commemorate the visit by St John Paul II to the basilica in 1980.

I did not know that the Basilica is the venue for perpetual adoration of the Eucharist, something which started way back on 1 August, 1885!  Pilgrims come here to spend the night in the guesthouses here and take their turn to pray before the Eucharist.  Maybe it is an idea for another time.

For more photos, look here.

Life is Art

We had lunch at a little bistro somewhere down the hill. Due to our unfamiliarity with the area, we did not realise that we would have to make our way back again to get to the Musée de Montmartre, where we intended to spend the afternoon!  Ah well, the exercise was probably good for us.  It was also quite pleasant to wander around the narrow, steep streets of the area.  Montmartre formed no part of Baron Haussmann's plans for Paris and so it has no gracious boulevards or majestic squares.  It is full of staircases, twists, and turns, with a little bit of graffiti in the corners.  And when you turn around the corner there is indeed a little square, but full of shops and street artists plying their trade.  And all of a sudden, you feel that you have indeed walked back into a picture which Renoir could have painted, of people just enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

12 Rue Cortot

The Musee de Montmartre is described as the "most charming museum in Paris" and indeed it is full of atmosphere.  We could almost see Renoir sketching in the garden, with Toulouse-Lautrec wandering in for a visit before going off to one of the nearby caberets (maybe the Caberet du Lapin Agile, or "Agile Rabbit", or the Theatre du Chat Noir, or the "Black Cat", or the Cabaret du Moulin Rouge, named after one of the windmills, many of which were once found here ).  Above the gardens, Suzanne Valadon would sit in her studio painting away at her easel.

Suzanne Valadon's atelier-apartment

The visit starts off with a short video on the history of Montmartre, before leading us through the gardens and to 12, Rue Cortot, where some artists (including Renoir) had their studio.  It is here that the collections of the museum can be found, with paintings of Montmartre over the years, and also featuring works by Toulouse-Lautrec, Suzanne Valadon, her son Maurice Utrillo and others.   We ended up with a visit to Suzanne's studio apartment right on top of the building.  Of course I am an utter dunce when it comes to art and aside from the big names (Monet, Renoir) I tend not to be so familiar with the others, including Suzanne.  But she had an interesting life - starting off as a model/muse for Renoir, Toulouse-Lautrec and Degas, and then going on to be an artist in her own right.  She was completely self-taught, except for what she picked up by observing and talking to the artists she was modelling for.  Got to respect a woman like that.

It was indeed a day of contrasts, from the sacred to the secular, from the serene beauty of the Basilica to the more tumultuous, vibrant life of the Bohemians.  But together, both Sacre Coeur and the Musee de Montmartre bring together and tell the story of this little corner of Paris.

Saints Extraordinaire

St Catherine praying at the feet of Mary

In a little corner of the left bank of Paris, just behind the trendy St Germain area, is "Religious Orders HQ".  We came here to visit the Chapel of the Miraculous Medal, but found also the motherhouse of the Mission Etrangers de Paris (MEP), and the Espace Nicholas Barre of the "Souers de L'Enfant Jesus"!  Without them, my life would indeed not have been the same!

The visit to the Chapel was one of the more significant stops on our mini-pilgrimage.  Hidden behind an insignificant little entrance way on the Rue du Bac, this is the original quarters of the Sisters of Charity (also called the Daughters of Charity), co-founded by St Vincent de Paul and St Louise Marillac.  It was here that the Virgin Mary appeared to St Catherine Laboure, then merely a novice of the order.  A detailed account of Catherine's story is here, but I shall give a short summary: Catherine had a vision of Mary, seated on a chair.  Mary asked her to have a medal made, with the image of Mary with beams of lights emitting from her hands on one side, and with the Sacred Hearts of Mary and Jesus on the other.  Around the person of Mary, the words, "O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee". Thus, the medal is more properly known as the "Medal of the Immaculate Conception", and confers graces and blessings on the wearer.  Catherine had the medal made but her identity and role in its making was kept secret for most of her life.  She was subsequently canonised as a saint.

The Chapel at Rue de Bac

The Chapel of the Miraculous Medal itself is a shrine containing the perfectly preserved bodies of St Catherine Laboure and St Louise Marillac.  It also holds a reliquary containing the undecayed heart of St Vincent de Paul, which had been removed earlier from his then undecayed body.  Unfortunately, the body of this great saint subsequently decayed after being affected by a flood.   We visited his shrine later on, just around the corner.

Anyway, we had timed our visit to the chapel in good time to attend the morning mass, but it was quite crowded what with all the groups of pilgrims coming from all over and seats were in short supply.  So we had to split up. But we were fortunate, for others could not even get a seat! I took some time to admire the chapel - it is truly a little jewel, with lovely mosaics covering the arch above the altar, and on the side chapels.  On the left of the altar is St Joseph, bearing the Christ child, and on the right, Mary holds a globe in her hands.

It was a powerful experience being there for mass and even after, as the pilgrims stayed back for quite some time after mass ended, to venerate the saints and to pray at the foot of the altar.  Thereafter, we went to the little shop and bought lots of medals and got them blessed by one of the priests who said mass.

We went next to the Shrine of St Vincent de Paul, just around the corner. It was behind yet another nondescript door but what splendour awaited us on the other side!
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Magnificent shrine of St Vincent de Paul

The shrine is richly decorated, with an ornate ceiling and pillars along the sides.  The bones of St Vincent, covered in wax to create a wax model, are in a transparent case above the altar, and apparently you can get nearer if you go up a staircase behind the altar.  Well, we did not know it at the time and so did not go up...

Two other, lesser known saints lie along the side aisles of the church - St Jean-Gabriel Perboyre and St Francois-Regis Clet, both martyred in China.  More of their background is told in this article.  These two martyrs are priests of the order of the Congregation of the Mission (CM), which is a missionary order set up by St Vincent de Paul (again).  They are also called Vincentians, or Lazarists.  The main church is this shrine of St Vincent de Paul and hence this is where the other two saints were laid to rest.  Interestingly, the one society St Vincent did not found is the Society of St Vincent de Paul!  It was in fact set up as a lay society by a French lawyer, Blessed Frederic Ozanam, who was inspired by St Vincent to do this work for the poor.

After the visit to the shrine, we went back to Rue du Bac to have lunch at La Grande Epicerie de Paris, the food section of Le Bon Marche, Paris' oldest department store.  We had a simple sandwich there and thereafter made some purchases (mostly goodies for the office) before making our way onward.

The "Meridian Line"

After lunch, we went on to our next stop, the Church of St Sulpice. St Sulpice was born in 570AD (!) and died in 647.  He was the Bishop of Bourges and was greatly concerned with the poor and the sick.  The current church replaced an older one on the same site and was built by the then Parish Priest, Jean-Jacques Olier (1608-1657).  It is the second largest church in Paris, smaller only than the Notre Dame and includes a seminary as well.  There are a number of interesting features about this church, such as its impressive pipe organ, and more unusually, its "gnomon", which is an astronomical device meant to help determine the dates of important church feasts.  The gnomon was featured in the Dan Brown book, "The Da Vinci Code", and called a "Meridian Line".  It was meant to act as a red herring to confuse those who sought the grail... ... but the use, and description of the line in the book were in fact erroneous.  Even so, due to the book's popularity, the number of visitors to the church increased, all looking for this device.  So much so that there was apparently a small notice indicating that a lot of the details about the gnomon in the book were in fact wrong.  I didn't see the notice, but then again I never even realised that the obelisk had anything to do with the Da Vinci code ...

After this visit, we had certainly seen enough churches for the day, so we went to the Cafe de Flores for hot chocolat and tarte au citron.  Then back home to rest.

More photos of the Miraculous Medal here, of the Shrine of St Vincent here and of St Sulpice (from both this and a previous trip) here.

Monet's Garden at Giverny

A perfect garden, a perfect day.

The Water Lily Pond at Les Jardins de Claude Monet at Giverny

I have always wanted to visit the incredible gardens of Claude Monet at Giverny. And this time, with my garden-loving mother around, it seemed like the perfect opportunity! Especially since my brother-in-law kindly took leave to drive us there.  So off we went in our little rental car to Giverny.

Monet established his family at Giverny in 1883 when he was 43 years old.  It was not a conventional family.  His first wife had died some time after the birth of her second child, following which Monet became "romantically involved" with the wife of a friend.  She and her children, stayed with Monet and his children at Giverny.  Monet was already an established painter, and his home and gardens in Giverny provided the inspiration for some of his most famous and spectacular works.  More on Monet's life story is here.

Monet found inspiration in the Japanese aesthetic for his art, and I like to think that he was also inspired by the beautiful Japanese gardens for his Water Garden too.  We walked down a little pathway to emerge at the water lily pond.  The pond was like a mirror, reflecting the sky, the trees and plants surrounding it.  As we strolled around the pond, different aspects of the pond appeared - the willow, draping its branches over the bridge; the boat (and boatman) going across it; the multi-coloured flowering plants.  On the pond, the lily pads floated, and reeds peeked above the surface.  It was as though I had walked into a Monet painting.  Indeed, this was what Monet wanted to do when he created his huge images of his garden for the Orangerie museum (his gift to France, which I had visited on a previous trip), to create an entire world in itself, without horizon, of water, lilies and light.

We went next to the formal gardens beside his house.  It was full of beautiful spring flowers, a blend of colour and light - again, just like a painting!  I learnt however that they plant with the season in mind, so that the gardens are flowering all the time.

The formal gardens

Monet's first studio

From the gardens, we entered Monet's house.  The first room we went in contained Monet's collection of Japanese Ukiyo-e (woodcut) prints, including those by great masters such as Hokusai. But the highlight was visiting his first studio, a large room overlooking the garden, with big windows all along the side.  The walls were covered by his paintings (replaced since by reproductions) so visitors could admire his genius.  Monet subsequently moved into another studio and it would appear that this became the family living room.

Going upstairs, into the bedrooms, gave an even better view of the grounds and there were even more paintings.  In his bedroom - paintings by other Impressionists, including Renoir.  There was another bedroom, I believe the one used by his stepdaughter who was living in the house after his death.

The front entrance and the house

Going downstairs again, we saw the dining room and the most enviable kitchen, with its tiled walls, copper pots and gigantic kitchen table.

In short, this was truly a comfortable and welcoming family home for Monet and his family.

With this visit, as well as my earlier trip to Rouen, to see its famed cathedral, I have really had the oppportunity to see for myself how the artist reperceives his subjects - whether it is the lily pond, or the formal garden, or the ancient cathedral - and transforms it into a masterpiece.  What a privilege!

But this was not the end of our day.  My sister wanted to do a little more sightseeing before returning to Paris so we went next to the little town of "Le Petit Anderlys".

It's a charming little village, with its half timbered houses, ancient church and fortress on a hill,  Chateau Galliard built originally by Richard the Lionheart of England.

Half timbered houses, Le Petit Anderlys

 Indeed, visiting this little town reminds me just how much history this corner of France holds.  It was from Normandy, of course, that William the Conqueror hailed from.  His descendants linked Normandy and England for so many years, and it was here that so many battles between the French and the English were fought (and thereafter, the battles of WWI and II).

There is so much more to learn and see.  One day I must really do a proper visit to Normandy!

Many more photos here.

A Pilgrimage to Nevers

St Bernadette's shrine, in the convent chapel
(no photos of the saint are allowed)

You are going to Nevers?  Pour-quoi?

Apparently that’s what my sister’s colleagues said when she told them that we are going to Nevers.  I suppose that these days, the French are not that religious and so they do not know that St Bernadette's intact body rests in a quiet convent chapel in this small town.

My mother and I had made a pilgrimage to Lourdes previously, where we saw the grotto where the apparitions of the Blessed Virgin appeared to Bernadette, and various places associated with the Saint's life.  (The entire series of posts can be found here).

So this time round, visiting the shrine of St Bernadette was definitely going to be a stop on our mini-pilgrimage.  Bernadette's body rests at the convent of St Gildard, where she first entered as a postulant to join the Sisters of Charity of Nevers. The Sisters had had a small  school in Lourdes, and had taken in Bernadette as a pupil, so when she entered religious life it was a natural choice for her.  The convent of St Gildard was where she spent the rest of her brief life, dying as she sat in a chair in the infirmary.  Today, the convent has become a place of pilgrimage and retreat centre, called Espace Bernadette.  We walked through the quiet grounds, visited the little museum on the life of the saint, and went for mass in the chapel where we also prayed by the body of St Bernadette.  A replica of the grotto at Massabielle is beside the chapel, but it was so hot that we didn't linger there.

Inside the Chapelle of St Joseph

Nevers itself is about two hours from Paris, so we got there around 11am+, just in time for mass (in French).  It was on 25th May (so you know how late this post is), so we celebrated the feast of St Philip Neri.  There was a small group of schoolchildren and they were the special guests sitting next to the altar.  Later on, we saw them exploring the grounds, worksheet in hand, looking for the answers to their assignment.

The convent itself is surrounded by its grounds - gentle meadows and gardens.  There is also the little Chapelle of St Joseph was where St Bernadette was originally laid to rest. She was exhumed for inspection in 1909, 1919 and 1925.  Each time, it was found to be intact even though the skin has darkened over time (it is covered with a wax mask).  There is in fact a detailed write-up about the condition of the body, including the organs (the liver was found to be still soft).  After the last inspection, the body was placed in the shrine in the chapel. And, of course, Bernadette was canonised as a saint!

Our Lady of the Waters

Coming here, it is easy to picture Bernadette walking down the garden paths, going all the way from the big convent building to the shady and peaceful corner where stands Our Lady of the Waters.  It was a favourite spot of Bernadette's as it was this particular image of Our Lady which reminded her of the One she met.  

We also visited the museum, which features some of Bernadette's belongings - the clothes in which she came to the convent, the apothecary scales which she used to weigh medicine (she worked in the infirmary) and the chair she died in.  There are also a few of her writings featured.  

According to the tourist sites such as this one, there are other things to see in Nevers such as the cathedral, a former ducal palace and a ceramic museum.  But we didn't really have time for a visit.  By the time we finished visiting the convent (taking into account our break for lunch after mass) it was late afternoon and we had to catch our train back to Paris.  So we walked through the old town, past a large park full of children practicing their roller-blading, and past the old town walls.  Then we wandered back to the train station and took our two hour train journey back to Paris.

A tiring day but one, according to my Mum, which helped her check off one more thing off her Catholic Bucket List.

More photos here.

The old town wall and cathedral beyond

Notre Dame, St Chapelle and Latin Quarter

St Chapelle by Candlelight

Four Seasons

Undoubtedly, the highlight of this second day in Paris was our concert at Sainte-Chapelle. Vivaldi's Four Seasons sung through the chapel.

Sainte Chapelle was built by King Louis IX (later St Louis) to house the Crown of Thorns (at least what was thought to be the crown of thorns).  Completed in 1248 (!), it is a beautiful medieval chapel with tall windows of magnificent stained glass. Whilst there has been some destruction over the years (for example during the French Revolution), apparently two-thirds of the stained glass is original, and the chapel underwent an extensive restoration fairly recently.   It is one of the most difficult attractions to get into in Paris, due to the small size and the length of the queues outside.  So I thought that the best way was to combine the visit with this classical music concert.

Indeed it was a very special experience.  The queues were long, it is true, but needed in any case to get through security and into the chapel.  As the sun was still shining (days are lengthening at the end of May) we still got to see the stained glass lit by the light of the evening sun outside.  The strains of "Air on a G String", followed by the "Four Seasons" filled the chapel as the light slowly faded outside.  But then the exquisite screen, just behind the musicians then took prominence.  It was really an unforgettable evening!

Chapel of the Crown of Thorns

After the concert, we were surprised when the rain started    pouring down when we left.  The day had been so bright and sunny that we were not expecting such strong, gusty winds nor the torrential rain.  It was as though we were experiencing Singapore's own two seasons (tropical heat and thunderstorms) in this one day!

But back to how we spent the day.  We started off at Cathedral of Notre Dame at the Ile de Cite, which I have been to twice during previous visits to Paris. But as always, you find new things to see.  This time, I particularly noticed the chapel devoted to the Crown of Thorns relic (moved over from Sainte-Chapelle during the French Revolution).  I am always rather sceptical as to the authenticity of these relics but one can and should remember the symbolism of the crown of thorns, and the suffering of Christ which he endured on our behalf.

Restored - the Visit of the Magi

The Cathedral itself is undergoing its own slow process of restoration.  The exterior has been largely completed and within, various areas have already been restored.  The screen around the high altar is in progress, so half of it looks a little grubby whilst in the other half, the expressions and features figures in the key biblical scenes have emerged from centuries of dust and grime.

Within Shakespeare & Co

After our visit to Notre Dame, we had lunch across the Seine in the Latin Quarter and from there we last visit to Paris.  This little bookshop is so popular with tourists that it has even managed to start up its own little eatery on the side.  But I like it for the quirky little upper room, with its beautiful view of the towers of Notre Dame, and the resident cat (I didn't spot the cat but I did see the cat bed!).

I bought a book (of course) - David Leibovitz's The Sweet Life in Paris which I had borrowed previously from the library.  I like his irreverent style, his self-deprecating humour, and the yummy recipes sprinkled throughout.  My sister read the book prior to moving to Paris and apparently can relate to the tussles with the French bureaucracy both within government and with the service standards and processes in even the commercial retail establishments.  My mother too ended up reading the book during the rest of our stay.

Christ child meets John the Baptist

We continued to stroll around the Latin Quarter, visiting the church of Saint Severin, famous for its gargoyles, stained glass, and magnificent architecture.  It has also got a majestic pipe organ, so the church is also famous for its sacred music performances.  We were lucky that someone was rehearsing whilst we were there  - click here for my video.  The stained glass is huge - so you can actually see every single detail clearly!  There were more small churches in close proximity to St Severin, but we didn't go visiting them (two in one day is quite enough).

We also walked on the banks of the Seine, itself a UNESCO World Heritage Site.   On Pont Neuf we took in the views over the Seine including the impressive  Conciergerie, a palace turned prison turned Department of Justice.  We ended the day with dinner, and of course the concert at Sainte-Chapelle.

A long but enjoyable day!  More photos here.

The classic view of the Conciergerie  with the tourist boat sailing past

Living the Expat life in Paris

It has been about ten years since I last went to Paris on holiday!  Some people find it odd that I don't mind revisiting places that I've been to.  I don't find it odd at all!  Big cities have so many things to see and do that you can't see them all on one trip; places change and I and my interests change too.

Anyway, this time round it was very different as my mother and I were visiting my sister and her husband, who are currently working in Paris.  It was an opportunity to experience the life of the expat in Paris.

The Arc de La Defense, from Neuilly-sur-Seine

So first of all, we were not staying in the central Paris area; the Paris planned by Baron Haussman.  We were staying in the prosperous suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine, in a small one bedroom apartment within 5 minutes' walk from my sister's apartment (rented off AirBnB).

It's also a straight metro ride to the centre of Paris, and to my sister's office in the La Defense area - Paris' business district.  We paid a visit to La Defense, sat beneath the arc, visited the local Decathlon and walked around the towering, modern office blocks in the area.  It's a totally different Paris! There's also residential blocks in this area, but we were glad that my sister had chosen to stay in the quieter, more traditional Neuilly area.

Trompe L'Oeil wall, Neuilly-sur-Seine

Here, the houses are the traditional 6 to 7 floors high.  What was once an old house has now been divided up into apartments (about two per floor) typically with a caretaker staying on the ground floor.  There are typically shops on the ground floor too - a florist, or baker, or butcher.  You enter through a large front door, big enough to drive a car through. As in the old days this would be a carriage, just beyond the entrance there is a smaller yard area where you can find another building which would be the stables.  My sister's apartment is on the sixth floor, with lovely views over the area.  Our apartment was over the stables, with a view of the yard.  But very quiet, with no traffic noises.

We spent our first day in Paris mostly walking around La Defense and here in Neuilly-sur-Seine.  Whilst there are quite a few restaurants in the vicinity, we typically had nice home cooked dinners most nights.  The local supermarkets are just nearby and there's also this frozen food paradise called Picard (the ultimate in quality and convenience).  We bought our bread from the bakery, our other breakfast items and fruit from the either the supermarket or the little shop at the corner, which was open all hours (run by migrants of course).

Eglise de St Pierre

There are also a number of churches in the area - St Peter's, St John the Baptist.  Handy to get to for Sunday mass.  But we didn't go to either!  Instead we went to the English language church in Paris, St Joseph's (apologies, I forgot to take photos here). It is a smaller, intimate and more modern little church with a very diverse and cosmopolitan congregation.  Including of course all the Singaporeans!  So it was that when we went over for Sunday mass, my mum met two people she knew from our parish back in Singapore.  They too had moved over to France...

For the rest of this trip, we would be visiting many, many more churches.  My mother had decided on a "DIY Pilgrimage" and so we had listed down all the major Catholic sites to see in Paris, plus a few others to visit on day trips.  I'll be slowly covering our visit in my next few posts.

In the meantime, check out this France album for all my shots this trip.

Colours of Impressionism - National Gallery Special Exhibition

Palace of the Popes, by Paul Signac

The National Gallery held a special exhibition, Century of Light from 16 Nov 2017 to 11 March 2018.  It was actually features two exhibitions, Colours of Impressionism: Masterpieces from the Musée d'Orsay and Between Worlds: Raden Saleh and Juan Luna, who hail from Indonesia and Philippines respectively.

Impressionism is one of my favourite periods in art - the use of light, the freshness and the spontaneity of the paintings are what appeals to me most.  So I was indeed very happy to view the beautiful artworks from the Musee d'Orsay which had been specially brought over to Singapore, by artists such as Cezanne, Renoir, Manet, Pissaro, Monet and so on.

As always, it was a fascinating learning journey.  I did not know that actually Impressionism was not just a new approach towards art, but that it was also made possible through newly invented pigments and colours which made it possible to capture the colours of the world so much more vividly than before.  That's why as time went by, the artist's palette itself changed, from more dark colours (and black) to the bright, fresh greens and blues, rosy pinks and glowing yellow which we see in so many paintings of the era.  To further illustrate the point, the exhibition also featured a palette of one of the Impressionist painters (I think it was Renoir) with the little blobs of paint still on it.

I didn't take that many photos (there are so many good photos of the paintings on line, and in any case the photo is a pale shade of the actual artwork).  What I did do was to record paintings which had a special meaning for me.  For example, this painting by Paul Signac, because it is of the Palais des Papes at Avignon, which I had visited a few years back.  I had not really heard of Signac before but he was a painter of the Pointilism school (made famous by Georges Seurat) where each painting is composed of carefully placed dots, or points!  Indeed, the whole is more than the sum of its parts.  Just like the painting is so much nicer than any of the photos I took of the Palace.

Family of J.C. Baud by Raden Saleh

Whilst the d'Orsay paintings showcased the famous artists of the day, what I really appreciated about the National Gallery is that they also try to remind us visitors that we should be proud of our own painters from this part of the world.  Hence, the second exhibition on the works of two South East Asian painters who had in their own different ways also achieved international standing.

Detail from "House of the Resident of Banyuwangi, East Java"
by Antoine Auguste Joseph Payen

The first was Indonesian painter Raden Saleh. Born in 1811, Raden's talent was first nurtured by Belgian painter Antoine Auguste Joseph Renoir who was working for the Dutch colonial administration.  Thereafter, Raden went to Europe to further his training.  He painted quite a few portraits, including this charming family scene (J C Baud was a friend and mentor), but also was well known for his paintings of tigers and other wild animals (there was quite a disturbing painting of a tiger just waiting to pounce on two innocent travellers, and yet another one of a hunting scene with the poor tiger as the victim).  He returned to Indonesia in his later years. 

Besides paintings by Raden Saleh, this segment of the exhibition also featured some paintings by his teacher, Antoine Payen.  I find it amusing that this picture of an Indonesian scene was done by a European whilst the picture of the European family was done by an Indonesian!  I suppose however both were done through a European lens.

La Mestiza, by Juan Luna

The other artist featured, Juan Luna was a Filipino painter and activist.  He too would travel to Europe to study painting and in fact, ended up winning an award at a Spanish art exposition, the National Demonstration of Fine Arts, for his painting, "The Death of Cleopatra".  However, tragedy struck in later life when he murdered his wife and mother-in-law in a fit of jealousy.  He was arrested but eventually was acquitted of murder on grounds of temporary insanity.  

All in all, it was an engrossing weekday afternoon, spent "Between Two Worlds" of European and South East Asian painters and subjects.  For a much better review, read the Straits Times article here.  More of my photos of the paintings here.