Selfies

It seems strange and contradictory that we're in the land where Tycho Brahe is buried (we saw the body to prove it) ... and with Kepler and Copernicus to come ... and we're surrounded by something that attempts to refute all of their work!

These philosopher-scientists argued (with others like Galileo) about whether the earth or the sun was at the centre of the universe and, by direct parallel, whether therefore human beings were the centre of creation. Slowly science won ("yet still it moves") and we were no longer at the physical and metaphorical centre of everything, but in our real, insignificant place.

Yet, we've noticed that science is being defeated again. It is being burnt at the stake, like Jan Hus, but this time on the bonfire of solipsism. Everywhere we've been on this trip, it seems that people (not us I hasten to say) are taking 'selfies' by the thousand. We're surrounded by people propping in the middle of a pathway, next to some amazing but ignored scenery, holding out their phones/cameras/tablets and taking photos of themselves!

Sometimes the scenery itself and one's capacity to see (really see) it is obscured by the forest of selfie-sticks! (We totally agree with their re-naming as narcissticks! [Havrillay, G., 2015])

What is all this about?


Narcissism gone mad ....  The following comment on the wall of the Egon Schiele museum in Česky Krumlov:

But I see something deeper and more sinister than narcissm here.

The world that these tourists journey through doesn't exist. It can only be created if they are in it - if they are there at the centre. Reality exists only in one's mind ... that's the essence of solipsism. And so, the experience of being here has no objective reality until one has simpered and posed and kissed the flowers and smiled into the lens ... and made sure that the world is made perfect (for oneself of course) through one's own perfected make-up.

The narcisstuck-up tourists deny Brahe, Copernicus, Kepler, Galileo et al. They ARE at the centre; the world revolves around them; they can stand anywhere, blocking anyone, walking into others, talking loudly, taking their spaces ...

They have the photos to prove it.

Stop 6: Česky Krumlov

Česky Krumlov is a relatively small town, about 180 km south of Prague. Like Prague, it has UNESCO World Heritage listing and is firmly in southern Bohemia. We drove slowly south, stopping at the town of Tábor for lunch in the handsome and huge main square. This was the core of the Hussite uprising in the 1400s.

 The town of Česky Krumlov (ČK from now on) is surrounded by hills and located in the sharp curves of a fast-flowing river: the same Vltava that flows through Prague. Our Pension Athanor in ČK was just out of the centre, on a ridge above the river. That meant it was out of the busy centre, with free parking provided on the street, but only about 10 minutes' walk right into the centre. It was a handsome old building, beautifully restored.

We had an attic room, unfortunately up flights of stairs (we're getting stronger with the luggage), but tucked away under the roofline on two levels ... a single step-up/down ran across the whole room. And it had air-conditioning! A bonus for hot weather. We could peer out through small dormer and sloping windows, over the town roofs on one side, and out to the hills on the other. Breakfast was in the beautiful cellar and was extensive!

A castle, the second biggest in the Czech Republic, dominates the ridge on the far side of ČK, with a decorated baroque tower. The cityscape, between us and this castle, is well preserved, with many, many handsome houses and palaces. An audio tour from the tourist office introduced us to the town ... we thought 2 hours would be enough, but ran out of time, and really needed three to do it justice.

We also climbed up to the castle (twice or three times) and did tours of the Renaissance rooms (the Masquerade Hall was the highlight), and of the remarkable Rococo Theatre, where we could wander under the stage and see the restored (not reconstructed) mechanisms that moved scenery and lighting ... and try the sound effect machinery.

We also hauled our tiring bodies up the tower for a view over the town, and went into the cellars beneath the castle, which featured not only a multi-level maze of spaces, but a fun surrealistic art show, much of which seemed to be based around teeth palates and intestines.  Don't ask.

While there, we also visited the museum/gallery featuring the work of artist Egon Schiele, whose mother was born here ... and where he lived and worked for many years until he was run out of town for painting young female nudes, with local girls as his models. The gallery was a great space, with several other artists and photographers, some of them contemporaries of Schiele, on display.

 

The overwhelming impression of ČK was, as with Prague, of massive tourism in-season. Our quarter was relatively quiet, but as soon as we got down the stairs and across the river into the old city, it was again shuffle and selfie time. Many seemed to come for the day (though every second house was a pension and/or restaurant) and it did quieten down after dinner. During the hot days, a strong focus of tourism was rafting and canoeing on the river. A couple of weirs broke the bend, and there were water chutes down which groups or couples shot, often screaming as they went. Those on the banks, in restaurants and cafes and ice-cream parlours shouted 'ahoy' frequently. There were queues of crafts - perhaps even hundreds of them - waiting to shoot the rapids ... they all vanished off somewhere downstream ... and we never found how they got round again ... maybe a gigantic Herzogian effort dragged the canoes and rubber dinghies over the ridge to try it all again.

It would be a great place out of season too - quite enough to do over 2-3 days. There was an international classical music concert there at the time as well, with guests arriving in fleets of tinted-window cars and taxis ... and even, we think, the Japanese ambassador.

Stop 5: Prague

We really warmed to Prague ... and that wasn't just the weather, which actually cooled slightly and even provided us with some rain. Rain on cobblestones in the night ... We were there for 5 nights, staying in an Airbnb apartment very central to everything. It was just across the river from the old city, on the edge of the Mala Strana or 'lesser quarter'; just down the steep hill from the world's biggest castle.  What's not to like?

So here are a few impressions, from the top, and a listing of what we did on our first occasion in the Czech Republic.

Into the Czech Republic

Driving out of Berlin was a little less fraught than driving in, though we did wander through some suburbs on account of roadworks. But eventually we got to a motorway and headed south. We broke the trip to have a look at Dresden and were highly impressed by the look of the centre of the city on the river. It was just a drop in and drive round occasion, but we thought this might be a city we'd like to spend more time in at some stage.

Crossing borders is hardly a noteworthy event in Europe now - and this was pretty much the case. The only question was one of paying the highway toll, which you do in the Czech Republic by purchasing a 'vignette' or little sticker, at the border. We'd read that you do this at any service station etc after the border, but just on the border was a specific stop where you queue to go in a converted shipping container and buy a 10-day vignette (there are other time periods available) for 310 Cz or 12 euros. You then fix this inside your car front window, after writing in the licence plate on it. And probably no-one ever looks at it again.

The highway then sweeps us on ... and suddenly ends, plunging us onto minor roads through villages (well, that was where Jane took us) until we rejoined a motorway south. Looking at a map, it appears that Jane has a literal mind for shortest routes and this cut off a corner. And so on to Prague, where we came in from the north, smoothly along the river and were suddenly at the apartment.

Apartment Pompei

Alessandro's apartment is on the ground floor of the end block of older buildings fronting onto a park, right near the river, and across the main (non-tourist) bridge from the old city. Everything is literally in walking distance. It's a very comfortable apartment, with a large lounge/sitting room, a narrow bedroom, and a small kitchen and bathroom off the entrance hall.  Alessandro showed us round, provided us with a wealth of food, so that we didn't need to buy breakfast supplies, and showed us lots of information about the city and its transport.

Trams 22, 20 and 18 leave from a stop just across a small park from the apartment; a metro stop is half a block away. The network of train, trams and buses means that the city is very accessible on a day or 3-day ticket (we finished up buying two separate one-day tickets from a small kiosk near the tram stop) and could just leap on and off anything. No barriers...

Prague has an old quarter, just across the bridge from us, a 'lesser quarter' on the same side of the river to us, a castle quarter at the top of the hill behind us, and a 'new town' surrounding all that. The famous Charles Bridge links the old quarter with Mala Strana. All the major sights were in walking distance from the apartment, but we did enjoy leaping on the trams (some of which are wonderfully old-world quaint) to take us up to the castle, or down to a restaurant.

Scoping the City

To get a sense of the city, we wandered round on our first afternoon/evening, but also decided to take both a river cruise and, you guessed it, a little tourist train! There were HUGE crowds ... in fact, the most crowded of any city since, well, maybe India in 1988! There was a tendency to shuffle along, so breaking away in a boat or a toy train was a delight.  And they tell you things.

The boat was a small one. There are dozens of operators and touts in many locations around the river, with little boats and massive crowded ones. We chose one that went up the small canal off the river as well as looping round under the Charles Bridge and then further down stream. The company seemed to be staffed largely by young women, and the 'captain' we had was very engaging and bilingual. Lots of information and laughs; and she had some great photos of the river in flood, the river frozen over, the bridges washed away etc.

Later in the day we bumped into the tourist train in the old city's main square, so on an impulse leapt on and trundled and bumped over cobblestones for an hour ... up to the castle etc etc. Again, some information, but fairly minimal.

Some Things We Did

Being there was the important thing, so just wandering round the old streets, even in search of a meal, was the enticing thing. But our checklist tells us that we did do a few things during a fairly relaxing few days:

• In the old town's square, we saw the ancient Astronomical Clock strike one (1 pm), and the apostles do their little parade. We were disappointed that they didn't pop out to peer at the vast crowd, but seemed satisfied to pass by their little windows in pairs ... more to be seen than to see apparently ... but if you're over 2000 years old, I guess you've seen it all.

 

• Similarly just off the square, and on the final day, we dropped into the two-spired Church of Our Lady Before Tyn ... a bit disappointing, even the grave of Tycho Brahe, which seems to be a bare slab.  Much better was ...

• The Church of St Nicholas in Mala Strana, which looks dark and heavy on the outside, but is a riot of baroque on the inside.  Pretty great, but rivalled also by ...

• St Vitus Cathedral, up in the Castle.  Maybe it was because we had an audio guide, but this was a detailed and exuberant experience, part of a long tour around the whole ...

• Prague Castle ... yep, the biggest castle in the known universe.  It's on the hill above the town and runs along an extended ridge. We took the self-guided audio tour that got us into about five of the major parts, and that was probably enough over 3 or 4 hours on a warm day. You get to wander through vast courtyards, and then through the old palace rooms, another church, a lane of small houses built into the ramparts and various halls and bureaucracy rooms. The audio guides were thorough ... though after a while information passed through our brains with no place to lodge. But we liked the Cathedral (as above), the Vladoslav Hall, the Records Offices ... and the room from which a couple of people were defenestrated. There is then more to the castle, with various other attached palaces and gardens along the ridge, but enough is enough ...

• The Strahov Library in a monastery of the same name is just along the ridge from the rest of the castle. We paid a separate visit to see the Theology Hall and Philosophy Hall, which were both spectacular (once we'd sorted out which was which), even though we could only peer into them from the roped-off doorways rather than go right in.

Oh no, someone wants to borrow a book!

• Further along the ridge is a shortened version of the Eiffel Tower ... and you can get to it by funicular on the public transport ticket.

• Charles Bridge ... of course.  We shuffled across with the crowds, but it became the backdrop to our frequent river crossings on the next bridge. Yep, interesting and iconic, and there's a small museum at one end where you can see details of its history and construction.

• The Dancing Building: further down the river, on the way to Vysehrad, we stopped off the tram to see this great building by Gehry. It was originally called the 'Fred and Ginger' Building, but then criticised for being US-culturally imperialist, so became more generically attributed to a dancing couple.

• Vysehrad - this is the older and original 'fortress' down the river, where Prague was thought to have been founded. A tram down there and then a climb up the steps to a very pleasant set of gardens and a couple of churches. SS Peter and Paul has Basilica Minor status and is lovely (and Pat was entranced by the beautiful top worn by the woman selling tickets); its graveyard is extensive and we found the graves of Dvorak and Smetana, amongst others. 

• We took the Metro back to the edge of the old and new cities and photographed what we think is the St Wenceslas statue ... though by that time, we couldn't be sure.

And one thing we didn't do: the tour of the Jewish quarter, synagogues and cemetery ... because the queues were massive.  So we peered at what we could from outside ...

And Eating

There's no shortage of places to eat ... and every cuisine. We sampled traditional Czech fare (that seems to include lots of beer), but also found a reasonable Vietnamese restaurant, a noodle/dim-sum place and, on our final night, a great chilli restaurant in a basement, just opened for 4 months, with very good and relatively cheap food (Chilli Point - in the street with the covered market stall).

In the old city square was a free music festival, with Bill Laswell playing on our final night ... but we skipped that in favour of a slow and spicy meal. That's Prague for you!

Roger

Hot Times with Roger

It's hard to reconcile the difference we have experienced in temperatures, from summer last year in the UK, to summer now in Paris, eastern France and Germany, so far. But our hot times make the effort more rewarding, our search for the perfect banana split more compelling, and my liking for cool German beer more bizarre!

I loved my time in Paris, hot as it was, as I explored some new museums, visited some old haunts, and was happy having muesli for dinner to save my energy. Paris still delights; she can't help it. Thanks to Suzette's suggestion, I visited the Museum of Asian Art and was enthralled by its temporary exhibition on the history of Asian theatre. What a treat that was!

Then another treat was the exhibition at the National Library to commemorate Edith Piaf; it was well curated and the English audio useful. I'm one lucky person. And I enjoyed the small exhibition, in the Grand Palais, of the Spanish painter Velázquez. It was hot standing in the queue, but pleasant talking to people.

Thank goodness for cool ices, cold oysters, delightful lobster salads at Café Marly and the Paris vistas, despite the heat.

 

So can it get any better? Well... of course, oui! We collect the brand new Renault Scenic Mégane and head east, hoping for cooler weather. Huh! Eastern France, in the Lorraine region, is a delight, and hot. We spend the weekend exploring local villages and the town of Metz, and meet up with other tourists on the tourist mini train there. Another interest of Roger's, Lesley Podesta! This one a bit easier on the calories than banana splits!

So will Germany be cooler? That's a resounding no/nein! And yet, a cool boat trip exploring the Rhine gives some relief, as does the tourist mini train.

So on to the memorable Rudolstadt Folk Festival! And we were very lucky to have media passes. Thank you so much Rudolstadt. It was fabulous. I first worried about the smoking, even in front of each stage, little recycling......and the heat. But then I must have inhaled and just relaxed. It was Germany and the delightful German people at their best. And then the artists increased the temperature!

It felt like Womadelaide meets.... another planet. And with over 30,000 people there each day, it really felt different. I had the skills to deal with it, the media pass to get into great spots for photos and interviews that Roger was doing, and a endless supply of "coolish" beer.

We saw some absolutely extraordinary performances from performers who were also dealing with 35C plus heat.  This included:

Coetus:

9Bach:

SES:

Eurasians Unity:

Sona Jobarteh:

Mariza: ... very hot!

Kalascima: Riccardo is hot too!

And the wonderful Hinana:

So, have I managed to keep cool? I'm a bit like the cats below, holding it together but flagging at times.

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