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California Adventure Pt 3- a Roman villa and giant thistles

What to do on a sunny Sunday afternoon in California?

At a bit of a loose end, I got an Uber out to the Getty Villa in Pacific Palisades.

No, this isn’t some fancy Hollywood home. This villa is a Roman villa…well, one built in the 1970s to house J Paul Getty’s collection of Greek. Etruscan and Roman antiquities.

You could argue that there are two distinct reasons to visit the Getty Villa – either to see the contents or to see the villa itself. I was curious to see both.

My Uber driver dropped me off at the top of the driveway in front of a beautiful colonnade, a hint of the architecture to come. I followed the signs and eventually came out at the top of an amphitheatre. The outdoor theatre faced the entrance to the villa itself. Walking down its steep steps felt like making a dramatic entrance!

The Getty Villa is a recreation of the Villa dei Papiri that was buried in Herculaneum, Italy when Mt Vesuvius erupted in 79AD. While not identical to the original, the Getty Villa is the epitome of a Roman villa and has been built to the same scale.

You enter the two-storey villa via a vestibule then step into the impressive atrium, the heart of every Roman home. The coloured marble floor is laid out in a geometric pattern that is a replica of the floor found in the House of the Faun in Pompeii. The villa’s stunning inner peristyle and gardens were just visible beyond the atrium.

For the next hour or two I explored every inch of the villa and found the most incredible collection of artifacts that I think I have ever seen.

One of the key highlights of the ground floor is the Temple of Hercules. This temple is a domed room and its complex, circular, geometric patterned floor is a copy of a floor found in the Villa dei Papiri. The life-size statue of Hercules was originally discovered near Hadrian’s Villa in Tivoli. Getty purchased it from the Marquess of Lansdowne in 1952. It’s an impressive sight!

The various rooms in the villa house a magnificent and varied collection of artifacts. The faces of some of the marble sculptures are incredibly lifelike and expressive. I’m not the biggest fan of Greek pottery (it seems to fill every museum the world over!) but the examples on display in the Getty Villa are second to none.

What struck me in general about many of the pieces on display throughout the villa was the level of detail that had been achieved in items that were more than two thousand years old.

Having visited all the rooms, including a temporary exhibition on the first floor featuring an Egyptian Book of the Dead, it was time to explore the inner peristyle.

The inner peristyle is essentially a private garden surrounded by thirty-six ionic columns. It has a long narrow pool in the centre. Replicas of statues that would have adorned the peristyle of the Villa dei Papiri are sited around the gardens and pool. It is a uniquely beautiful space and it didn’t surprise me to find one newlywed couple having some of their wedding photographs taken there.

At the far end, underneath the east stair, through two bronze doors, I found one of the most peaceful areas of the villa, the East Garden. It’s a small, secluded space and in the centre is a circular fountain. Along the east wall there’s a niche fountain adorned with mosaic and shell tiles. This spectacular fountain is an exact copy of one originally discovered in the House of the Great Fountain in Pompeii, complete with two theatre masks of Hercules. Truly a special space.

The Getty Villa had one more surprise up its sleeve for me.

Running down one length of the villa is the Herb Garden. It’s a recreation of a Roman kitchen garden with many of the plants used for medicinal as well as culinary purposes. Imagine my surprise to find several huge Scottish thistles in one of the beds! They were the biggest thistles I have ever seen.

I also saw something else growing in the garden that I had never seen before- papyrus.

As I climbed back up the amphitheatre steps, I paused to take one final look back at the villa and found myself thinking back to my early Latin classes in high school (Yes, Mr Bicket, I still remember those days.)

“Caecilius est in atrium.”

Yes, he was and I could almost see him walking round in his toga, his wife, and the family dog at his side.

California Adventure Pt 1- Venice Beach Canal District

 This blog is the first in a short series of blogs that I wrote while I was on holiday/vacation recently.

This year I had decided to venture further afield than in previous years and had booked 11 nights in Venice Beach, California. It was my first trip to the West Coast of the USA.

My first walk along the beach to the Venice Beach Fishing Pier then back along the boardwalk had been an immediate overdose in all things California-palm trees, pelicans, surfing. They were even filming Baywatch on the beach! It was all a bit overwhelming to wee jetlagged me!

After lunch I ventured back out for another meander (OK, I was actually in search of a liquor store and some white wine!) and decided to explore a bit.

Hidden a couple of blocks inland from the craziness that is the Venice Beach boardwalk is a tranquil oasis of European-influenced calm. The Venice Canal Historic District is a small network of six man-made canals, originally designed to recreate a corner of Venice, Italy in Southern California.

The canals were built in 1905 by developer Albert Kinney and originally covered a much larger area. Albert Kinney’s vision was to create a seaside resort with canals, gondolas, and Italian-style architecture. Sadly, many of the original canals were filled in during the 1920’s to make room for more roads as automobiles grew in popularity. (More about cars later in this blog series)

Now over a hundred years later, the remaining six canals (Carroll, Linnie, Howland, Sherman, Eastern and Grand. I’d expected more Italian names to be honest) are connected by nine arched footbridges. The gondolas of Kinney’s vision have been replaced by kayaks and small floating docks. Most of the architecture is more modern than I’d expected but nestled among these modern properties are some beautiful homes oozing character.

I’ll be honest, the shallow canals smell a bit. There didn’t look to be a lot of water movement but you could see that the levels were low.

The canal district is a wildlife haven for wading birds like herons and egrets plus other birds. As I wandered along the narrow walkways, I only spotted one lonely egret and a single duck. Apparently according to the signs there are seals and occasionally sharks spotted in the water. What I hadn’t anticipated seeing was a coyote warning poster on one of the bridges!

It’s easy to see why this area is popular with photographers. The romantic author in me could easily visualise a couple posing for their wedding photos on the quaint bridges and among the plethora of flowers overhanging the narrow pathways…. hmm…now there’s a thought…storyline!

Stepping out in Paris

What takes approximately 106500 steps and four days (it was all the time I had) to explore?

I’m sure there are many answers to that question but on this occasion the correct answer is Paris.

I could wax lyrical here about every last second of the trip, but I’ll spare you that level of detail and share the edited highlights with you and a few of the several hundred photos I took as the Big Green Gummi Bear, and I meandered the rues and boulevards of Paris.

This short break was planned and booked as a “once in a lifetime” experience so we didn’t scrimp on anything. Life is for living and after the delights of the past two years, we decided that we deserved the five-star experience.

We arrived in the city mid-afternoon on Monday and checked into our hotel on Rue Scribe. It was ideally situated for exploring the city so once we’d freshened up, we headed out to explore and set off in search of the Seine. Seemed like a good place to start.

It only took us a few minutes, after an initial wrong turn, to reach Place de la Concorde, which was to be one of our main landmarks for the duration of our stay. There’s a huge gold topped Egyptian obelisk in the centre of Place de la Concorde that sits on the former site of the guillotine!

We crossed Pont de la Concorde and wandered along the left bank of the Seine towards the Eiffel Tower. So many bridges! We didn’t want to walk too far and crossed back via Pont de l’Alma (I think) then meandered back through Place de la Concorde, up Rue Royale and along the boulevard back to the hotel.

To keep things simple for our first night, I’d pre-booked a table at the Hard Rock Café for dinner. The meal and cocktails were great but to be honest, our table wasn’t ideally situated for seeing the HRC’s memorabilia. We were seated in a crowded corner, and I had a view of a naked Frank Zappa sitting on the loo for the evening. I’ll confess I may have splurged a little in the rock shop on the way out.

Tuesday was our first full day of sight-seeing. We’d decided to visit one or two things/places a day to allow sufficient time to fully appreciate them. At least that was the plan. The Palais Garnier, the opera house across the street from the hotel, was our first stop. I’d booked a guided tour for us, and it was well-worth it to learn the history of this stunning theatre. (I’ll most likely write more about this in a future blog – you have been warned.) The Palais Garnier is stunning inside and steeped in history. It was also the opera house that inspired the story/musical/film Phantom of the Opera. We never saw the Phantom; his seat was empty.

After a long walk through the twisting streets, we found ourselves in the Montmartre district of the city. Our destination was the most visited monument in Paris – Sacre-Coeur. If only I’d realised that reaching it meant climbing as many stairs! I was in need of oxygen before I reached the wide staircase leading up to the church itself. The views of the city made it all worthwhile; the stained glass of Scare-Coeur also made it worthwhile. We realised as we entered the building that you could also climb up to the dome for a mere 7 Euros each. That’s a climb that’s not for the fainthearted or the claustrophobic! 292 narrow, steep, spiral stone stairs take you up to the dome. I don’t often experience feelings of claustrophobia but by the last fifty steps I thought I was going to die! The walls were closing in on me (no idea if it does actually get narrower but it felt tighter), my heart was pounding out of my chest, I felt clammy, and my legs were like jelly. Thank God there was a stone bench to sit on at the top.

The views out over the entire city from such a high vantage point were breathtaking. You could see for miles!

Fortunately, the climb back down was considerably easier!

Wednesday saw us up and out early for a 10:15am rendezvous with our tour guide. Again, we headed to Place de la Concorde then through the Jardin des Tuileries to meet our tour guide at the Arc de Triumph Carousel. If you ever intend to visit the Louvre museum, our destination for the day, can I strongly recommend booking a guided tour. When we arrived, less than an hour after the museum opened for the day, the queues outside the pyramid entrance stretched for miles. Our lovely guide, Alexandra, by-passed those, allowing us to enter via one of the other underground entrances then escorted us through the crowds pointing out the key exhibits of the museum, as well as giving us a history lesson of the building itself. The Louvre is vast! We only saw a tiny portion of it. I’d have loved to stay and explore some more but the Big Green Gummi Bear was bored so we left about an hour after our tour ended.

We crossed the river to the left bank again then meandered out towards Notre Dame. Its currently impossible to get near it due to the ongoing restoration work. We meandered around Ile de la Cite before crossing Pont Neuf and heading back to the hotel to get ready for our “big night out”.

Showered and changed, we grabbed a taxi to take us back towards Montmartre and our destination for the evening – Moulin Rouge. We had an amazing evening being wined and dined in VIP style before enjoying the ninety-minute show “Feenie”. Yes, its all as glitzy as you’d imagine, complete with can-can girls. Incredible food, spectacular show, charming waiter (could have happily brought him home) and an altogether unforgettable evening. Worth every Euro.

Thursday was our last full day in the city (“whew”, my wee feet cried!) We had one final tour left – a trip to the summit of the Eiffel Tower. Again, we meandered through Place de la Concorde to the left bank, through the Invalides area of the city to Parc du Champs-Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower. We met up with our guide and again our pre-booked tickets allowed us to skip the lengthy queue. Security checks are really tight here! We took the lift to the second level where our guide escorted us to each of the four sides of the tower, telling is about its history and what you could see from the view. The guided tour ended there, and we then joined the queue for another lift to take us to the summit. (Tickets to the summit are restricted in number.) Thank God it didn’t involve climbing any stairs as my calves and thighs hadn’t quite recovered from visiting Sacre-Coeur. Apart from incredible views, we found a champagne bar at the summit. Well, it would have been rude not to…when in Paris and all that…

Once we descended the tower (we walked down the stairs from level two) we meandered past the Trocadero and up towards the Arc de Triumph. The rush hour traffic around it was insane! The queues to visit the arc were a mile long so we appreciated it from a distance before walking the length of the Avenue des Champs-Elysees. Well, all tours of France end on the Champs-Elysees.

There’s so much of the city I’ve still to explore but our time had run out and all good things have to come to an end.

A bientot, Paris.