On Saturday evening, I was treated to dinner out by friends who have been staying with me here in Bali. Donning our best bibs and tuckers we headed over to Métis in Seminyak, arriving just before it got dark. I’m so glad that we caught the last of the daylight, as the grounds of this fabulous French restaurant were a sight to behold.
The food was excellent, the company fantastic and we had a very jolly evening surrounded by the ‘beautiful’ people of Bali’s most sophisticated and expensive tourist spot, Seminyak. A place that until then I had never ventured to.
The following morning, after my visitors had left, I settled down to a day of painting. By mid afternoon I was feeling decidedly ill and was throwing up. It was not, I hasten to add, the result of the trés delicieux dinner from the night before. The vomit-inducing culprit was a portion of gado gado (steamed vegetables with peanut sauce) that Wayan had bought for our lunch from a warung up the road. It tasted decidedly off, and on finding evidence of cockroaches and other critters amongst the bean sprouts, tofu and sauce I suspect that hygiene was not this particular warungs game. The rest of my Easter Sunday was spent alone hanging over the toilet and feeling decidedly green.
Monday morning I had a mission. I couldn’t get the gardens of Métis out of my head, I needed to get back there with a camera and take some pictures. I’d had a fitful few hours of sleep and by 2am fed up with tossing and turning, I got up and started my day. I swum in the milky light of the moon and later watched the splendid pink and red dawn breaking in the east from the balcony.
The gardens at Métis are an artists dream. With around an acre or so of lotus and lily ponds, it is a sight for sore eyes. Bali’s answer to Giverny. As I crouched down to take pictures, I couldn’t help but wonder what Monet would have made of this place? Plein air indeed! It was so hot that the sweat poured off me and though the humidity from earlier in the morning was no longer posing a problem with steaming up the camera lens, now I had my own sweat to contend with. It’s early days for me, and this macro lens but I’m quite pleased with some of the pictures. I’m going to bring the Irishman here at the first opportunity, I can see us spending quite a few hours painting, drawing and taking pictures.