Natalya as tour guide for Normandy ... loves it

... and so do the clients. The current clients, her first ones, are two 50-ish friends from Moscow, one married, the other not. One is PR, the other not sure. Each has a child of 12. One a girl, one a boy. They are on the trip, too.

Both ladies are besotted with Normandy, and have been many times. So there are certaintly things they have seen and know, but in this place, almost collapsing under the weight of history and culture and beauty and like, they appear to be very happy to have someone, this time around, who can accompany them, and dig out things they would have missed.

Natalya: the new historian. Golly, now she reads history day and night.

haha: and she used to laugh about my interest in history, exclaiming:
"But you weren't there, so how do you know what happened!"

haha again. Now it's my turn to ask her the question in return. :-)

So, this AM, on her way out, she pops her head in my office:
"I'm off! Today we go to Etretat!"
(there are reknowned rock formations on the coast there).

I took a few quick snaps, to catch her enthusiasm of the moment:

(a list of history's schools of art - a study sheet. Nice!)

"So, it's Etretat today, is it?" I ask.

"Yes, you know, Delacroix."

"Delacroix? What does Delacroix have to do with Etretat?"

"He painted the cliffs at Etretat, didn't you know that?"

"I thought it was Monet."

"He, too, but Delacroix was there first."

Uh, oh. I'm in trouble.

So, let's look first at Delacroix.

Here's the old chap:

And here is one of his works of the cliffs (we are talking here 1838):

And then Monet (don't like Monet meself, at all!)

The man (1887):

A painting (about 50 years after Delacroix's above):

ETRETAT