Art Nouveau really put the craftsmen to work. A major design element was mosaic.
All the Train stations in the Savoie region have the town name in mosaic, with the background being gold tesserae. You notice the shield that looks like the Swiss flag? That is the shield or flag of the region – Savoie, the Swiss have the same white cross on a red background, but it doesn’t go from edge to edge.
Even the station is the tiny town of Le Buet has this mosaic. I wonder if they have some artists employed to fix or replace these when they get damaged.
Was the Q reversed by mistake? I have to admit that I just noticed that right now.
These three images are from the same building, from very ornate to a very simple design. Yet, each has gold.
This one from Montreux. That alphabet – pure Art Nouveau. I wonder if it took 37 years to build the building, or if the date means something else. Also, the ironwork of this period is intricate. This is when cast iron became very popular. On the railing, there is both, as well as the use of gold paint.
A more modern railing, Art Deco maybe?
This beauty was out in the country. It’s the name of this house:
Although the house is out in the country, in a prosperous farming community, it doesn’t look like a farmers house. Except for the pickup in front. 
I wish the architect had included the year this was built. I googled, there is an architect by the same name in Indiana. The building at 2 Rue de Berne still stands and commands very high rent. But no other information.
Speaking of mosaics. While wandering around the old city of Geneva we came across L’ancien arsenal. There were a few canons and these wonderful mosaics that describe some of the 
history of Gevena. This was the open air market in Roman times. By the 15 century, it was turned into the arsenal. Today the building holds the State archives as well as three beautiful mosaics that depict important historical events connected to the city. 
It’s not easy finding information about these. The artist is named Alexandre Cingria, like most Swiss artists – to most of the world he is a complete unknown. Aside from painting, he designed stained glass for Churches. He wanted to infuse more color and livliness into Swiss Protestant churches. That didn’t go so well in a Calvinist country. So I guess he had to make do with these vibrant scenes outside the arsenal. 
He died in 1945, the little information I could find said that these were created in 1949, which makes sense. Even if Switzerland was ‘Neutral’ during WWII (hiding Nazi funds in your banks doesn’t exactly make you neutral, it just guarantees that the Nazis will leave you alone), I doubt they spent any time creating art until after the war. So the designs must have been made beforehand. I do love the large stones and pieces of glass that are used here gives these mosaics a very strong tactile feel.
I took a close up of this creature decorating one of the cannons.
I can understand why had a problem with sparse Calvinist churches. Although Calvin himself was happy to march into the Catholic Cathedral and preach there. Today it is a Protestant Church, Cathedral is a Catholic term. As much as they have tried to simplify things, notice the light fixture, at least they didn’t get rid of the stain glass windows.
Like my love for mosaic, there is something about stained glass that makes my heart sing.
See how well I match my mosaics? I found the rayon at Joann’s. I love the soft flowy nature of rayon. The Pattern had an option for some contrast, I didn’t have any rayon, so I found some batik instead.
I need to learn how to smile or find some new poses.
Yay for both! A smile and a new pose. This dress is so soft and comfy, also, it isn’t tight fitting, so is perfect for a hot summer day.
The side plackets add some interest as well. Had I made this dress out of a solid fabric, I could have done without contrast. With such a busy print I feel it gives some space for the eye to rest. This side has an actual button hole, since the dress has an invisible side zipper, on the other side, I simply sewed the button down.
Hmm, so one side of the color has some ripples. I wonder if I could iron that out, or, just live with it. Becasue the batik is cotton and much thicker than the rayon, I didn’t want to self line the collar or the waist plackets. I also didn’t have enough of the batik to do so. I could have lined them with the rayon but I found a better solution.
I used silk organza instead. This is a miracle fabric. I use this as my protective ironing sheet, since it can take very high heat and it’s see-through. Since it has some body to it, yet it is very light, it was a perfect choice for the lining. A few years ago I bought a couple of yards at Mood, I need to purchase more, slowly but surely I’ve been using it up.
The back of this dress is lower than most I make. It’s a summer dress, I shouldn’t get cold, if I do, I have many shawls to chose from.
These are quite small, yet quite bright and yellow.
Here is the wild version of the Campanula, or the Bellflower. It comes in all shades of purple, I have spent good money to buy these in a nursery, so seeing them wild was fun.
This Scabiosa looks no different than what I buy.
I think this is a wild version of the Azalia.
The Hollyhock was growing wild behind our Chalet, but I wouldn’t call it a wild flower.
This is called paying attention to the little details.
Didn’t see many of these, but those I saw were very impressive.
Even some of the leaves are colorful, I hope this isn’t a sign of fall, summer had just started.
The town is full of flowers, roses against a chalet with green shutters.
One of the amazing things here is that when I aim to shoot a picture of flowers, I get the mountains in the background. They don’t even look real.
This looks photoshopped, the backdrop just looks fake.
These arrangements of petunias are all over the place. When you get steady rain, these flowers thrive, even in containers.
Love the creativity here. It all just works.
Cafe La Terrasse in Chamonix is a wonderful example of Art Nouveau. Just like Beaux Arts, the buildings don’t look alike at all, they simply share similar philosophies. In reaction to modernization and mass production – Art Nouveau looks like something that was painstakingly made by hand. Anything but a sharp edge or a straight line.
It takes some sophisticated machinery to acheive this ‘natural’ look. It also takes a lot of design, man power and engineering to get the curved columns and the oval windows. I do agree that there is something very pleasing to the eye to have these rounded shapes and wonderful naturlistic vines.
Not sure about a whole block of buildings that look like this, I’m happy that they stand out in a crowd. I do love all the details, even that dusty rose pink color. 
Look how simple the adjoining building looks by comparrison. Although as I look at the windows, I see detail and planning that would be non-existant today. I didn’t go inside, I did look online, the exterior is the star, not the interior.
We went to Montreux in Switzerland, where I was happy to see many examples of Art Nouveau. See the contrast between the elaborate building in the background and the sparse apartment building in front of it. Art Nouveau is New Art in French. The ‘newest’ style is always, new, or modern or some other catch phrase. Sometimes, the New actually sticks, long after we see it as old and vintage.
The best way to describe Art Nouveau would be: overly ornamented. It also means that it was beig built at a time of prosperity. A time when people expected each building to be it’s own masterpiece that would survive forever. Another concept that died in two world wars. No matter how tall and imposing our buildings are today – they don’t have the artistic details. As if we know that very few of them will be worth preserving for centuries.
Extensive iron and glass awnings are wonderful areas for extensive designs.
How about this tower? Why can’t we have more towers! 
As we exited the train station, this is what I saw to my right, wedding cake kitsch in all its’ glory! I’ve looked online for information but found none. What is clear is that at some point two more stories were added. When I don’t know but talk about disrupting a building! If this addition saved it from being demolished, it was worth while, but still…..
I guess it’s an office building, there is a sign that something is available for rent.
There is another funky building between this and the train tracks, but still if these are apartments, the funkiness of the building may make it worthwhile.
Clearly, someone thought it was worth it to add to stories of blah above this magnificence. 
I really didn’t get enough details! But no one wanted to stand there with me while I tried to photograph from every angle.
Gold mosaic is a big part of Art Nouveau, there will be a seperate post on mosaics. I’m also loving this dragon or serpaint crawling along the marble.
Here’s the view from our chalet, snow, glacier, and. Right blue skies.
time to take the Mont Blanc tramway up to one of the peaks.
one of the longest cog railways in the world. World War l puts an end to these. Years later the gondola will become the favored technology. 
The view all the way up is amazing.
Watching the tram go back down the mountain. 
Looking back down into the valleys below. 
A glacier closes up, as it slowly moves down the mountain, it scrapes the rock and it becomes incorporated into the mass, changing the color to grey. 
The cloud formations are equally fascinating.
A wobbly bridge over a gushing river? No Way!
but to be able to look down on a view like this? Priceless.
We took to cable cars to get to the Aiguille du Midi, this is part of Mont Blanc, what they call needles in French we call minarets. 
I need to clean my camera lens, otherwise, what a cute couple!
This tower reinforces the idea of the needle. Very visible from the valley below.
Cable car going to Italy.
Glacier hikers.
And rock climbers. I love watching other people do these kind of physical challenges.
Geneva is a very nice little European city. No one I know raved about it. When the city’s industry is the UN, the Red Cross, selling watches and Swiss banking, one is left with a rather bland city. Yes the old town is nice, the Cathedral is impressive, especially considering that Calvin originated here. So what started as a Catholic cathedral is now reformed Protestant. 
There are some incredible gothic features, like this spire, which is magnificent.
Or incredible stained glass windows. In order to make up for the magnificence of the church, there were all kinds of posters about Protestant theology. What do you think people were paying attention to?
This is about as good as it gets here. Knowing me, I started to pay attention to the small details. 
Signage is something I love, when your hotel is named after a swan, having a golden swan is perfect.
This is probably a sign for a clothing store.
Look down, the escape room fad has arrived here, what caught my eye is of course the owl.
There are some pretty ornate canons out on display. 
Some of the Gothic designs on the wall of the Cathedral.
modern decorations on a building.
Of course, the famous lake.
Surrounded by the Alps. We did see Mont Blanc above the clouds, but I didn’t get a picture.
Not many street performers, these bubbles were fun.
I stumbled across the Brunswick Monument. it’s Gothic, I tried to find out some information, meh, someone important got an impressive mausoleum.
I guess we missed the flower clock, we saw the sculpture called broken chair. This city was never on my bucket list, now it’s been there done that. Now Chamonix! Hat is a whole different story.
…And it’s done! Very happy with the result. Although white on white quilting – you really can’t see what kind of design I was trying to achieve, but hey, it looks great.
I washed and machine dried this one as well. Good thing, since somehow, the white background got a little dirty – and that was before any baby got hold of it. The washing machine did it’s job, and I will tell the new parents that it is their best friend. Better to use the quilt and wash often then hide it away.
Quilting on busy fabric means you can’t really see the quilting, it’s there, it’s holding everything together. I could have used colored thread on the background and my design would have been apparent, but I wanted the whiteness.
My clouds look more like flowers, oh well.
If you look closely you can see my favorite pattern of all, the feather.
Flamingos are a thing right now. I’m seeing them all over. As is JoAnn’s, which is where I got this great backing fabric.
Knowing me, I can’t sit still, so I immediately jumped into a new project. Pineapple blocks with Deb Tucker’s ruler. 
I LOVE the accuracy I got with this ruler. Not crazy about the scrappiness. I think I’ll find a tighter, more cohesive color story. 
Here is an idea for a color story.
Here is another way to go.
Here is a variation on the first. I did have fun finally sipping and painting. No, I wasn’t sipping out of the painted glass at the time. I had to admit to the instructor that yes, I do know how to paint, but it’s still a fun activity.
I’m glad they are emphatic about the no pets rule. It’s amazing to me how people take their pets everywhere, especially to places they shouldn’t be. 
One of the old gates into the cemetery. The official website says that the cross and bones is a symbol of a cemetery for the Franciscan order. Look at images online, there ae many examples.
Wikipedia says it was put there by Disney in 1957 when they filmed the Zoro movie here. Ah, Wikipedia, so dangerous to take you at face value.
The cemetery is very peaceful, with many different sections. Today anyone can be buried here, for a price of course. Unlike San Fernando where one must be Catholic. 
It was touching to see the grave of a soldier from WWI. I wonder if he was really buried here, or if his family erected a tombstone in his honor. Most people who died ‘over there’ were buried there. All America has asked for when it fought wars over seas was for land to bury their dead – they didn’t conquer and stay. Today the bodies are brought home, transportation is very different.
A simple family plot? 1872, 1943, written in very crude letters. 
The McCrory family has a mausoleum, it too is rather simple.
24 years old, or rather young. In those days death was much more common at any age, not just the very old.
Multiple burials in a well are very common these days, less room, less cost. 
And yet no one is skimping on decorations and mementos, even on the wall.
I can’t help but wonder what happened here. There were a number of crosses in a row, this one was knocked down. I didn’t see any name. Maybe it will be repaired soon, the whole area is so well cared for, this was jarring.
On a mission to see all the California missions. An often overlooked mission is in Oceanside, Mission San Luis Rey.
Once again, we have on of Mrs. Forbes mission bells outside. 
This building was completed in 1815 and has gone through some more modern renovations. A nice bell tower, it was a little hard to see the actual bell.
This is a Franciscan monk, with a robe and rope belt, but what is the guitar doing here? It certainly looks like a modern addition.
This Church is the largest of all the CA missions, it is also quite active, people were praying during my visit. It has the traditional brightly painted decorations.
The wonderful wood beams were brought down from what is today the Cleveland National Forrest. 
Many unique features in this church, a wooden dome. I love how the rays of the sun are coming through.
As well as a wooden cupola.
After looking up, it was worth looking down at the smooth polished Mexican tiles. 200 years gives them so much warmth.
The main altar.
This Church also has two side altars, one dedicated to St. Francis.
Clearly an active Church, a lot of candles being lit.
As well as a Madonna Chapel. I think of this image as the Madonna of Guadalupe, but she isn’t, no roses around her, she is simply the Madonna. Although the style she is painted in is the same as many of the Guadalupes.
More votives in her chapel.
An interesting motif above the window, a small star of David. I doubt it has any Jewish significance here, I think the motif fits in with the design. There are also two Shamrocks, and not too many Irish were here at the time.
Today there is an active Franthean School of Theology on the premises, actively training professional ministers for the Church. I think this is one of the things I love about these missions. Each has a long history and yet each one has found an important purpose in the present day. These missions are very much alive and thriving.
Then, I paid a visit to the cemetery, which warrents it’s own post.
I mentioned a while back that I would be knitting a shawl out of this linen. Well, I did and I never took one picture while I was knitting. I started with a pattern, modified the body of the shawl with short rows, so it wouldn’t be so thin and narrow. The lace edging was complicated, so I used the lace from a different pattern.
Washing linen softens and relaxes the fibers. Here it is, out of the dryer. Looking good, I got the shape I wanted. I was a little concerned that the lace would pull in on the body of the shawl. It might have, had I used any fiber but linen.Then I took it to the ironing board, blasted it with steam and ironed away.
Looking at these two pictures it doesn’t look all that different, does it?
Here is a close up of the before ironing.
Here is the after, I stretched out the points and pulled on the lace a little more. Give it time, it will relax back. So the ironing may not have been necessary. 
It’s hot out! I didn’t want to pull out my tripod. So onto the dress form, it goes. You are probably noticing how each stage the yarn presents a different color. I’m wondering is it the location of where I am taking the pictures, or is my camera beginning to lose its’ ability to be accurate with colors. Of course, some of the color came out in the wash, which is interesting, since not all linen fades like that in the washing machine.
I do like the size and shape, I have a number of shawls that are so long, they are more like scarves. Others are minis and they just don’t keep my back warm.
I’m one of those who as I have aged, I am cold most of the time. A little something to keep my shoulders warm and all is good. On a summer evening, a linen shawl is perfect, wool would just be too much.
My latest linen shawl with the first one I knit about 5 years ago.
It is very safe t say that purple is a color I love.