Matisse and Nice on a Friday afternoon

The French Riviera is one of my favorite places. A few years back, my beau and I visited Nice, then drove through the countryside of Provence. We stayed at a lovely little bed and breakfast in St. Remy. Visited Aix and walked along the streets Cezanne may have once passed through. Sat on the stone covered beach and sunned ourselves on the riviera. One of the things we did on the trip, was visit the Matisse Museum as well as Matisse's grave. The museum was fabulous but it was amazing walking down the path that led to his grave. The grass was so green, the sunlight was beautiful and there at the end of the path, lay one of the most magnificent artists of all time. His grave was far from the sounds of cars passing on the street. It was a peaceful, quiet area surrounded by lush vegetation, blooming flowers in fuschias creating a sort of wall against the outside world. I believe that in my travel journal, I have one of those fushia flowers pressed between the pages. I can't wait to go home and see it.