Posts Tagged ‘museums’

~aventures du louchette flâneurse: 43ème~

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

Lost a day and night to food poisoning, both of us, presumably via the dreaded shellfish! Discover a passion for oysters and the price of such passion in one go…
We did manage to drag ourselves through the Louvre, where Alfonso had never been. It was a sea of humans and alleged “masterpieces.” When the Mona [...]

~le pâle squelette joue des castagnettes~

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008

Le pâle squelette/De mes amourettes/Joue des castagnettes…
(The pale skeleton/Of my little loves/Plays castanets…)
[...]

~ballad of the old bohemian pt. 2~

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

He was a man so cranky he seemed a character in a story by Dickens. This man–let’s call him Ebenezer–spit a response to my innocent inquiry, “Please sir, where is the real cricket playing tiny violin?”

No matter, we found said cricket–and the flea in golden horseshoes, and the whole herd of camels in the [...]

~ a rather risqué question~

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

“Can I ask you a terribly rude question?” the woman with the kind smile, beaming eyes and slight limp said. She had pretended to be looking for the “ladies,” to broach this I later realized, and so I had a moment to decide I liked her, so I said yes.
“The man you are with—are you [...]

~the finger that made me cry~

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

It is perched in a blown glass egg, the base of which reads Istituto e Museo di Storia della Scienza. The right middle finger of Galileo–this heretic’s reliquary–is tucked in a case among telescopes, celestial globes, solar orbs, and tellurium.
Or it would be, if the museum’s wonderous objects were not mostly hidden away while they [...]

~x marks the spot~

Friday, April 18th, 2008

Three of my favorite parts of this journey were found when righteously lost, and I’m feeling that is something worth noting. It is also ironic as the adventure included a visit to Alfonso’s cousin Antonio, who designs software for Fiat, most particularly GPS, or Global Positioning Systems.

We began by driving to Torino–Turin–by way of mistake [...]

~and to what end, comets?~

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

In the museum of Mr. John Tradescant are the following things: the hand of a mermaid…a number of things changed into stone…a picture wrought in feathers…a cup of an east indian Alcedo, which is a kind of unicorn…the passion of Christ carved very daintily on a plumstone…a hat band of snake bones.~ Georg Christoph Stirn, [...]

~the green valleys of silliness~

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Easter water is thought to have healing properties–farmers once herded their cattle to brooks on Easter morning to protect them from illnesses. Another tradition calls for young women (ahem) to bathe in the early morning on Easter to secure everlasting youth and beauty. Who am I to doubt it?

All bathed and youthful, we had [...]

~ver sacrum: the rite of (nearly!) spring~

Saturday, March 22nd, 2008

How a lady feels after an uncharacteristic night of Blaufränkisch… The Medicean Venus, in her case of rosewood and 200 year old warbly Venetian glass, looks something like Snow White waiting for her transplant.…
Saturday began at the Naschmarkt, a produce and specialty food market along the Wien river that has been around since the 16th [...]

~floating in a most pe-cu-li-ar way~

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Sometimes life gives you exactly what you ordered. This can be good or bad, but probably shouldn’t surprise if you’ve been taking notes or at least not reading Oblivion Enthusiast magazine in class.

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