This is more like it, Monet Garden in Giverny. When it comes to Art, I am totally clueless. Can’t differentiate what is a brush stroke from sun stroke. As far as I’m concerned they both end in stroke. It was a gorgeous sunny day. Being a dark-skinned person, I prefer to stay away from the sun and keep my skin covered. All I have is a pair of sun glasses to protect myself. Wearing a black top is definitely fashionable but what was I thinking when I put in on this morning? Black soaks up the heat. Definitely, I will have a sun stroke. Once we reached the garden, it was a relief to stay under a shady tree. Here I can see living colours; the smell of the flowers is intoxicating, the buzzing of the bees, the fluttering of the butterflies, the dragon flies, and birds feeding in the garden. This place is heavenly. I just love how the garden is growing freely. There are cosmos, dahlia, nasturtium, geranium, poppy, brown-eyed suzy, rose, and all sorts of ordinary plants that I have in my garden in smaller scale. The famous water garden with lilies floating calmly showing off its beauty is a symbol of how one must bloom in a murky environment. Hmm, I wonder lonely as a cloud. Maybe Buddha could teach me a thing or two just meditating on the lilies. I wanted to take a picture of the water-lily but my camera does not have a powerful zoom lens. Uncle C, one of the pilgrims, is closed at hand and asked for his help. He has longer arms. Picture this: I asked Uncle C to hang on to my back pack while I lean forward closer to the flower to take a picture. Ordering him never to let me go because falling in this murky water is not what Buddha taught me. Good boy got my picture. Thank you, Uncle C.