Nuit Blanche Uzes: A Grand First Edition
This week Uzes celebrated its first Nuit Blanche , “White Night”. By all accounts, the event that is an annual affair in Paris will be back in Uzes by popular demand.
Nuit Blanche was conceived as a nighttime event in October when art of all forms — natural and man-made — are highlighted by the community. The idea is to create art venues among historical architecture and places of beauty in the town or village.
For me, Nuit Blanche started off early in the day. Artful masterpieces appeared everywhere I ventured. The show began only a short walk away from where I live — on the way to the Valle d’Eur.
For some reason the walk which I take to the Valle d’Eur was different this day. There were details of the Cathedral I never noticed before. Perhaps I had never really stopped to gaze up at the cathedral tower.
I would have pondered the beauty of the Cathedral longer but it was delaying my walk. With my head obviously still in a cloud, I took a first step forward — and tripped. Catching myself I said to me: “Pay attention! Look down before you walk.”
Fortunately the lesson prepared me for the stairs down to the Valle d’Eur — treacherous.
The Valle d’Eur
The Valle d’Eur has been in several previous blog posts. I love that place. On this day in addition to the scenery — the truest form of art — I ran into these most interesting creatures and objects.
A swinging bridge extends from one side of the valley to another. From the middle of the bridge onlookers stop to watch the swans that glide by at their own nonchalant pace.
This day a bride and groom were enjoying their special occasion in a most unique chapel.
Walking along the sides of the stream I discovered art of a most unusual kind. Donkeys, squirrels, fish and other clever sculptures sprang out of the ground — otherwise known as tree stumps.
After a vigorous walk and climb back up the stairs from the Valle d’Eur, I was ready for a night on the town — Nuit Blanche
Street decorations included the Nuit Blanche symbol that was scattered on walkways and buildings where events were taking place. Driveway posts were dusted with white powder giving the surroundings an even more ethereal look.
A hidden Roman well was the site of a subterranean art gallery.
Some of my favorite galleries and places ….
Oh that I could have stayed awake until midnight to enjoy it all.