Van Gogh Holiday at Montmartre

Van Gogh Holiday at MontmartreVan Gogh Haystack in Rainy DayVan Gogh Beach with Figures and Sea with a ShipVan Gogh Terrace of the Cafe La Guinguette
What’s beautiful about it?’ said Pippin, peering over the edge of his blanket with one eye. ‘Sam! Gel breakfast ready for half-past nine! Have you got the bath-water hot?’Sam jumped up, looking rather bleary. ‘No, sir, I haven’t, sir!’ he said.Frodo stripped the blankets from Pippin and rolled him over, and then There was a stream at the foot of the hill. They filled their bottles and the small camping kettle at a little fall where the water fell a few feet over an outcrop of grey stone. It was icy cold; and they spluttered and puffed as they bathed their faces and hands.When their breakfast was over, and their packs all trussed up again, it was after ten o’clock, and the day was beginning to turn fine and hot. They went down the slope, and across walked off to the edge of the wood. Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea. A little below him to the left the road ran down steeply into a hollow and disappeared.When he returned Sam and Pippin had got a good fire going. ‘Water!’ shouted Pippin. ‘Where’s the water?’‘I don’t keep water in my pockets,’ said Frodo. ‘We thought you had gone to find some,’ said Pippin, busy setting out the food, and cups. ‘You had better go now.’‘You can come too,’ said Frodo, ‘and bring all the water-bottles.’