Today we went to the Picasso museum. After being in Antibes for nearly two weeks, it was time to hit the town’s biggest attraction besides the beach. The collection of actual Picassos is not too huge so it was perfect for the boys. The greatest aspect of the museum is that the works are displayed in the very space in which they were created. The boys thought the view was beautiful and the unique perspective of Picasso was not lost on them.
Crowds of Italian teenagers passed though several times while we enjoyed the museum and I have to say that my kids were the best behaved ones of all!
I was feeling sort of guilty for not doing too much sight seeing after a friend asked if we had been to the museum and I said no. And we hadn’t been to Cannes, and no we didn’t visit Nice yet, or the other museums in the Cote d’Azur. So much to see, I know.
Once again I am questioning my approach. Should I be worried that my kids aren’t seeing everything? Today when I mentioned it to my yoga instructor, she said, “have they been to the market?” yes. “have they been to the beach?” yes— OK then. That’s a yogi for you!
Then I added— and I go to the bakery every morning for fresh croissants.
But I have been wondering about our boring routine: home school in the morning and the going to the park in the afternoons. What stories will my kids tell when they recall this trip? It’ll probably be the little things that I haven’t even noticed. I doubt it’ll be the big activities I plan for them anyway.
This comes out loud and clear when we call home. They tell their dad about the dog poop on the sidewalks and they laugh to my mom about games they play with each other and which playground is better.
I orchestrate this trip and present this beautiful vision to them and they turn it all around, presenting it in some absurd way that resonates with them. Kind of like the Picassos we saw today. We don’t see the beauty the same way. For now I trust that they see it at all.
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