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Monet was in a funk. He had cut his teeth on the beach scenes and seascapes of Le Havre in the early years, and then turned his brush on Paris and the conical haystacks dotting its countryside. His hazy impressions of industrial London captured the fog and soot and sun like no artist before. (No top hat dandies in white tie tuxes for our man Claude.) Then Giverny, where for the past 25 years he’d been setting up the easel around his placid little pond. Lots of water lilies. N