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Welcome to the blog of Michelle Richmond, New York Times bestselling author of  the internationally bestselling literary mystery The Year of Fog, psychological thrillers The Wonder Test and  The Marriage Pact, and other novels and story collections.

Michelle Richmond’s novels are recommended for fans of Sue Grafton, Paula Hawkins, David Baldacci, Tana French, Gillian Flynn, and Ruth Ware.

Walking in the Footsteps of Van Gogh in Auvers sur Oise

Walking in the Footsteps of Van Gogh in Auvers sur Oise

In May of 2020, two weeks after the first lockdown ended in France, we took a day trip by car to Auvers sur Oise, where Van Gogh spent his final months.

Once able to go only 1km from our home, we were now allowed to travel up to 100 km, and this beautiful little riverside town is just 30 km from Paris. Wandering around town, you’ll see the fields that inspired some of Van Gogh’s most celebrated works. You can walk through these fields and imagine the painter there, moved by the sky and the vast open spaces. A narrow path running through town opens on one side to the river, on the other to a series of private homes, where we saw children playing and families gathering for meals. After the long gray lockdown of Paris, it was a joy to witness those familial scenes.

Auvers sur Oise was peaceful that weekend, as borders were still closed and no one could travel very far within the country. The video begins on the steps of Auvers, memorialized in the painting of the same name, and ends at the the boarding house where he spent his last days. He died in an upper room of the boarding house. According to the sign, the room has not been changed since that day in 1890. The boarding house is now a restaurant, and the building attracts a lot of tourists during normal times.

From this path you can wander up to the church, then keep going up the hill to the small cemetery where Vincent Van Gogh is buried beside his brother, Theo. I visited the famous cemeteries of Paris to see the graves of Simone de Beuvoire, John Paul Sartre, Degas, Edith Piaf, Moliere. Jim Morrison, Balzac, and so many others. But none of the gravesites moved me in the way this simple, rustic gravesite for Vincent and Theo did. For a touching glimpse of this fraternal relationship, read Dear Theo, comprised of letters written from Van Gogh to his supportive younger brother.

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It’s not that kind of story: on moving to Paris from California

It’s not that kind of story: on moving to Paris from California

If you’ve spent any time reading memoirs about France, you might have noticed that these books tend to fall into one of the following categories:

  • I quit/lost my job/boyfriend/wife and moved to Paris and fell in love.
  • I quit/lost my job/boyfriend/wife and moved to Paris and learned to cook.
  • I quit/lost my job/boyfriend/wife and moved to the French countryside and renovated a farmhouse.
  • I met a Frenchman/Frenchwoman and moved to Paris and raised a child.

This is not that kind of story.

No one in my family quit a job. I’m still pretty hooked on the guy who caught my eye 24 years ago, and he is a Californian to the core. Having spent the past 19 years in the Bay Area, I’ve become a Californian too, although not the kind of Californian who grows her own herbs and knows her way around the Chez Panisse Cafe Cookbook. I don’t expect to suddenly become a great cook, or even a very passionate one. I am so not DIY, and I won’t be renovating anything. Which is good, because at the apartment we’re moving into, we aren’t allowed to so much as paint a wall.

We are not running from anything; there is nothing to escape. We love Northern California. We love our friends, we love being so close to my husband’s parents and siblings and large extended family, and to my sisters family. We love our neighborhood. We love our sweeping canyon views and the zen-like calm of our comfortable house, which is in many ways our dream home. We are not really seeking new adventures, although we embrace adventures as they present themselves. We are not trying to slow the pace of life; the pace of life in Paris will, in fact, have far more in common with the rat race we lived in New York City many years ago. We are not, in any way, seeking greener pastures. The canyon on which we live is, indeed, very green.

No, we are escaping nothing, and adventure is not exactly on our radar. We are creatures of habit. When we were younger, we traveled a lot. Now, we both travel overseas for work and we take a family vacation out of the country about once a year, so we still enjoy travel, but not with the same fervor we once did.

We have aged out of discomfort. Had aged out of discomfort, I should say. We are now diving headfirst right back into it.

So what kind of story is it? Is it a romance?

A comedy?

A farce?

A grand adventure story?

A story of mishaps and misadventures coupled with discoveries of both the culinary and artistic variety?

Is it a story about how someone who does not do big cities well suddenly becomes a lover of big cities?

Is it a story about language? About culture? About wine?

About escaping this particular place on earth at exactly the right moment?

About getting lost on the metro?

About new friends and new neighbors and a tiny kitchen overlooking a courtyard?

Is it about learning to speak in code when nothing one says is truly private?

Is it a story about traffic?

Is it a story about cheese?

(Probably oui to both traffic and cheese).

Is it a story about rain? (My husband says it rains every time he’s in Paris, which will be a nice change in weather, until we are soggy and cold and wishing for our dry California heat).

Is it a story about navigating French bureaucracy and discovering French beaches?

Is it a story about appliances (it is rumored that the washing machines and dishwashers in France require vast quantities of tenderness and patience)?

We do not know.

We will soon find out.

This post was excerpted from my Paris blog, The Reluctant Parisian.

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