Miniature things are exciting to me by virtue of the mere fact that they are small. Anything that is a microscopic copy of its original has instant appeal for me. When I was little I was an avid American Girl doll owner (If you don’t know what that is, go to http://www.americangirl.com/index.php and bask) and I was always on the look out for small sized versions of things to provide a realistic and complete atmosphere for my dolls. This fascination has never lessened.
France is a miniature paradise. Everything is available in perfect tiny models, from the ramekins I use for chocolate mousse, to little tart pans, to the microscopic serving sizes that make huge dents in your wallets. But moreover, everything is smaller in general. The grocery store takes up less space than the frozen food section of Walmart, the cars zip through the streets in the tiny “cute” models that are foreign to my former SUV world, and my walk in closet at home was almost as large as my apartment here. But then again, space is precious in Paris, and a world of small scaled proportions is reflected at every corner. What they lack in quantity, they make up for in quality, precision, and depth.
My friend Laura is visiting this week, and we talked about this as we ate tiny desserts at Ladurée last night. Each of the 15 bites of my dessert was so perfect that I sat and savored it for an hour, and we slowly consumed our tiny pewter pot of ginger root tea. Sometimes you don’t need big to impress. Something small can stop us in our tracks because of its tiny perfect details.
In nature, this is even more true. Have you ever paused to look at the perfection of a tiny flower or the details on a little shell? Sunday, Laura and I went to Giverny. I know that I just posted about Giverny, but as Laura is an art major and a Monet fan, we had to make the pilgrimage. The gardens were as beautiful as before, with huge clumps of giant tulips and long patches of bright flowers. But what we couldn’t get over where the tiny flowers, the little snails that crawl along the tulips, and the absolute perfection of nature. Laura pulled out a scaled down water color pad and did some painting and I wandered pilfering delicate pansies. I love Paris, but it is always refreshing to wander in fields of green in quiet villages. And it is always humbling and delighting to see the diminutive beauty in little details. What a wonderful Creator and a beautiful creation!