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Sunday, 20 November 2022

2022 Bratislava

Late autumn in Bratislava
Late autumn in Bratislava

12.11.22

Sitting in the Františkánske námestie next to the main square, with the Jesuit Church to my right.  Still early, few people around – but not quite as dead as Stavanger.  Arrived 11pm last night, on 11/11, in room 11 of Beigli Hotel, very central.  Car picked me up at the airport after a full flight (Ryanair) from an incomprehensibly busy Stansted… Driving in, the roads looked modern and immaculate: the EU has been good to Slovakia.

My hotel in Baštová ulica, the narrowest street here.  Going west, towards the castle, surprising number of derelict buildings.  Very typically middle European – baroque buildings, paved squares, no grass.  Sun shining, showing the city to best effect.

Down to the Hviezdoslavovo námestie, by the national theatre.  A red tram rumbles by – Bratislava is a city wise enough to have trams.  Both this and the other main square rather spoilt by the tacky little kiosks that are being installed for the Xmas fairs here soon.  Golden leaves everywhere on the ground – autumn in full swing.  Seems to suit Bratislava…

Bridge over the Danube
Bridge over the Danube



By the DanubeThe. Danube.  To my left the Old Bridge, and the Apollo Bridge, to my right the UFO tower where I hope to go.  Being here makes me think of other Danubes – in Vienna, in Budapest – and other rivers such as the one in Riga - the Daugava
.  Sun is reflected on the waters, blindingly – and inevitably makes me think of Luxor, Karnak, and Ra

The wind whipping along the Danube's banks.  Leaves piled up against the stone balustrade.  A few runners out.  And who can blame them? - a morning run along the Danube – what's not to like…?  

A view towards the castle, from the UFO tower
A view towards the castle, from the UFO tower

Up on the observation platform of the UFO tower by the Danube.  Best views of Bratislava, especially on a sunny day like today.  A band of fog/smoke rolls down behind the castle.  On the horizon to the north, the radio tower – reminds me of Tbilisi.  To my right, the new skyscraper of Eurovea – not too intrusive.  The Apollo Bridge clearly visible.  Out to the east, huge chimneys belching smoke/steam, surrounded by the miasma of their own making.  South, a forest of Soviet-style flats – looks like Hong Kong, but without the insane density or ambition.

Disturbingly, the tower shakes slightly from time to time.  As did that crazy youth hostel I stayed in – Vienna, I think – which was located in a church bell tower.  Smog is beginning to form – Bratislava has this problem like bigger cities.  Although from up here, the city is bigger than I expected, and clearly growing, not least in the business area to the east.  I have to say the castle looks sad: it has lost its lustre and gleam, and needs re-painting…  The odd, long barge plies the Danube. 

Back across the vaguely shaking bridge, then east along the Danube, searching for Moyzes Hall, where there is a concert tonight at 7pm of contemporary music.  Took me ridiculously long time to find it, just before the old bridge.  Then up Štúrová to the Hummel Museum.  Not to see the museum, but to buy a ticket for the concert (10 euros).  To Hlavné námestie, also spoilt by Xmas booths (empty).  More people around – at least 30. Noticeable how many smoke here…

In the Koliba Kamzik restaurant.  Ironically, this is part of the Hotel Perugia, which I nearly chose to stay in.  More central, but Hotel Beigli looked better overall.  Very heavy pork menu – and I really don't want to eat such intelligent creatures.  So after 
(less intelligent) rooster soup, I chose (less intelligent) duck pierogies, with a glass of Slovenian red – Frankovka modrá.  Vaguely rustic ambience in the restaurant, came recommended by the Bradt Travel guide, another excellent tome in this series.

For dessert, a conventional strudel, but accompanied by the infamous Tatratea – actually a highly alcoholic liqueur – but only the weak one – 44%, not the "outlaw" version, which is 72%.  Pretty much like other strong liqueurs of this kind.

Time for some culture.  To the Central European House of Photography – 5 euros.  Interesting photos of old Slovakia – 1930s – 1990s – by Milos Dohnanyi.  Black and white, evocative.  Striking portraits by Antonín Kratochvíl – of the famous and not so famous.  Blurred, superposed, craggy, indistinct.  Always interesting to see famous faces – and faces famous for being famous – in this new light.  For example Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, John le Carré, David Bowie, Ray Liotta.  I love these photography galleries – they are always so minimalist – white walls, polished floors – to highlight the concentrated images.

Mozart's juice shop
Mozart's juice shop

Past the palace where Liszt played – Leopold de Pauli Palace.  Just a plaque on the wall now… Nearby another palace, the Pálffy Palace, where the 6-year-old Mozart played.  Plaque on the wall of a "juice shop".  Looking for Zoya Gallery – and failing to find it.  To St Martin's Cathedral – gothic, with a choir that looks quite English.  Spiky, over the top pulpit in dark wood.  Otherwise clean, light stone, whitewashed walls, modern organ.

Finally found Zoya – you just have to head towards the Armenian consulate…  Nice pix by Erik Johansson – Swedish – trompe l'oeil.  Obvious – like people installing the moon, a watermill on the edge of a waterfall made of fields, a Meteora/Avatar-like town in the sky, its supports scraped away by diggers.  Not deep, but entertaining.  Clever photography.  More direct is "Man and Winter" of Ragnar Axelsson.  Icelandic, and it shows.  Lots of huskies, and amazing pic of Inuit hunter with his harpoon.  

A roomful of curious bird photos – Sanna Kannisto, Finnish, but working at Lake Baikal.  The birds look dead or posed – and are the latter, in a portable studio, before being released again after being caught. Weird, but pretty in a way.  Another Finn – Pentti Sammallahti – pure photography – images, black and white, that are complete in themselves.  All of them have one animal or more.
The book-lined walkway of death
The book-lined walkway of death

To the Johann Pálffy Palace.  Downstairs to Celtic minting in a dark cube, with underfloor exhibits.  More modern stuff – short videos, disturbing pix, installations.  Then upstairs to a display of gothic panel painting.  Then, unexpectedly, to the famous book-lined walkway of death: clever use of mirrors makes it look like a narrow pathway between infinite rows of books – clever and fun.  Up again to some absurdist pix – legs sticking out of houses, heads in walls.  Erwin Wurm – another floor of his stuff right at the top of the palace.  A little of it goes a long way…  Great gallery, though.

Since I am going to the concert at 7pm, I need to eat early, on the way.  I find myself in Urban House, down with the cool kids, waiting for my Beyond Burger.  Be interesting to compare it with the Impossible Burger I had in Hong Kong a few years back…  Walking here, I found the main streets buzzing – people out on the pavements, eating, drinking, smoking.  Has a good feel to the city, very liveable.  Obviously very similar to Prague, but not nearly so touristic.  Also more walkable – much more compact – quite like Yerevan in that respect.

An intimate concert in Moyzes Hall
An intimate concert in Moyzes Hall

Now in the Moyzes Hall, after a brisk walk from the restaurant.  Beautiful Art Deco hall, all gilt, garlands and geometrics.  Small chamber orchestra, nearly outnumbering the audience, currently at about 50.  I saw a TV/radio van outside, so I presume this is either being broadcast live, or recorded.  I'm sitting just behind the sound desk.

First piece by Peter Zagar (2022), quite melodious, uses full orchestra well.  Very tonal now. Reminds me of Gavin Bryars.  Second piece by Marek Piaček – three songs, amplified voice.  Bit
Nymanish melodically, also sounds influenced by musicals – in the best way.  Rhythmically quite varied.  Overall, though it meanders, musically at least – since I can't understand a word, it's hard to say how well the music serves the texts.  Harmonic changes very reminiscent of some Nyman.  Final piece of first half Ľubomír Burgr – combines some rather crude electronic sounds with Pärt-like arpeggios on the violin.  Doesn't work for me…

The Danube and UFO tower by night
The Danube and UFO tower by night

13.11.22

To the castle, wreathed in mists.  No one about, except a few dog walkers.  Near the main facade, an incredible, ornate, cast iron gate – with a huge drop the other side.  Equestrian statue of Svatopluk.  Cold, damp morning, but that seems to suit this place.  The castle looks better in this vague, looming form.  My hands freezing – I can barely write… 

To the castle
To the castle

Interior courtyard nothing special.  Inside the History Museum of the castle.  Big and – the main thing – warm.  A room about the reconstruction of the castle, which burned down, and was in ruins for many years.  Took lift to the basement, weird feeling of descending who knows where.  In fact, when I got there – nothing.  Nearby, stairs marked "Celts in Slovakia" – I descend – nothing again.

Along to a huge gleaming staircase in white and gold, looks newly restored.  A chapel, with a modern organ, looking very Finnish.  Alongside, a large Assumption of the Virgin Mary by Anton Schmidt (1762-63).  Impressive for its size, if nothing else.  Around the walls, 14 rather murky representations of the stations of the cross.

Spot the staircase
Spot the staircase

Up a gleaming white staircase.  Very minimalist – looks almost 30s Italian Fascism in style.  To an exhibition of Martin Benka (1888-1971).  Slovak modernist.  Some nice neo-impressionist landscape à la Sisley.  Early works.  Later pix more pared down, Kandinsky colours, Cézanne 
forms of mountains.  Final phase Soviet realism of strong men and beautiful women, mostly peasants, heart of the nation etc.  His travel pix more varied – good ones of the Adriatic, blue seas, pines and cypresses.  A musician too, who painted – and made – cubist violins.

Opposite, an exhibition about Slovak life in the 20th century – photos, videos, recordings.  Soviet world and its circumventions.  In the café – devoid of people, devoid of food bar a rather crusty cake (nope) – risking a cappuccino, which is unlikely to be good, but hey…  Outside, fog still not lifting.  Being inside a castle is a good place to be…  Coffee not too bad – and hot – plus "free" caramel biscuit.

The castle's museums are better than I expected – just as well given the rather miserable weather.  I did the right thing making the most of the fine sunshine yesterday.  In the background, chants of perennially angry Slovak students demanding who knows what – freedom, probably – in a time capsule of captured rebellion.  Judging by contemporary Slovakia, I'd say they got it.  It's a very pleasant, highly functional society now.  Safe, too.  What more could one ask?

To the Romans in Slovakia  - huge exhibition.  Facsimile of an amazing map: Tabula Peutingeriana – itself a copy of a Roman map… One part marked "Colchi".  Excellent exhibition – shows how much Roman stuff has been found this region – and how much we know, in detail – and how much more there must be under the earth.

View from the castle gardens
View from the castle gardens

Now in the castle gardens, which are delightfully autumnal.  St Martin's Cathedral in front, the castle behind.  The morning fog slowly lifting, the sun breaking through occasionally.  Should be nice this afternoon.  St Martin's chimes 12.  Not heard many bells here, so makes a nice change.  There's another church sounding, contrapuntally with the cathedral.  Now a carillon, plus a low bell under it all.  Wonderful: "Mortuos Plango, Vivos Voco…"  Incredible random symphony of bells, lovely cross rhythms.  Now dying away; a lone bell sounds…

Clever public seating here: the backs of the seats form a platform you can sit on standing up.  Doubles the seating capability in a compact way.  More people around now – 100s, out on a Sunday stroll.  Quite a few tourists – Italians, Spaniards, Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Brits, Irish.  A camera crew recording to my right – such a palaver.

In the Hradná restaurant – convenient, prices not too bad.  Nice modern interior; warm.  Eating beetroot starter, cheese dumplings for the main.  This place starting to bubble – as I've just posted on Mastodon about Mastodon…  One strange thing here and elsewhere – the napkins are almost diaphanous – is there a paper shortage or something?  The sun pours through the windows, illuminating the few remaining leaves on the trees outside.

Sun's out
Sun's out

After lunch, out to understand transport.  First, find a tram stop for #1, which goes to the main station.  A little way away from the hotel, but not too bad.  Road is a typical central European tram road – reminds me of Riga, when I was looking for – and found – that Georgian restaurant, and I also travelled by tram.  Those long, broad streets.  Then to find a ticket machine: done, but they only take coins.  So to the Tourist Office near Hummel's house, who explain where the nearest machine is that takes credit cards.  Then to here, the Primate's Palace – historically important, and also the site of a remarkable discovery: tapestries from the UK (Mortlake).  No pix allowed, alas…

Decent portrait of Maria Teresa; Francis I looking weird in his get up, Bratislava and St Martin's in the distance.  Mozart's mate, Joseph II, quite a characterful face.  Tapestry of Hero and Leander – a putto looks on, and appears in another, smaller tapestry – copy and paste…  A Guercino, Abraham and the angel.  Nice moody pic of Bratislava from the north.  Lots of ignorable pix of peasants, dogs, cows etc.  Amazing view down into the chapel from a glassed-in balcony.  Odd from this perspective.

Hummel's  birthplace
Hummel's  birthplace

In the Hummel Museum, where he was born 14/11/1778 – nearly his birthday today.  His piano trios  noodling nicely in the background.  One room with two square pianos, plus a harmonium.  The other room with an Érard grand.
 Reminds me of Pushkin's house in Chișinău... The rooms so small, but cosy.

Stuffed horse looking at books
Stuffed horse looking at books

To the National Gallery, most of which is closed as they prepare their renovated wing.  On the first floor, a wonderful installation that consists of thousands of books on shelves, arranged alphabetically – but all in Slovak, which I can't really read.  A few people sit on comfy sofas, reading.  I wonder where all these books came from.  Oh, yes, at one end, there is also a horse – stuffed, I presume.  Not sure why…  Quite a few books in German, in fact, but no other language that I can see…

Now in an installation about "The Bridge", which is what the newer part of the gallery is apparently called.  Interactive – press a key – currently there is a cow on the screen, with The Bridge's characteristic gantries moving past.  Seems to be a decapitated cow, from which blood is pouring – complete with trickling sound effects.  Hmmm…  Let's try another button.

Moving through a shattered brick wall, darkness broken by a candle.  Gypsy music grows louder...a woman sings in Slovak (I think).  Another candle, on a round table, with a high-heel shoe on it.  That's it.  Now the architecture button.  Moving through The Bridge – blurred, the sound of water dripping, and light reflecting on the surface of a body of water…  We approach a blind wall at the end… Which is the end.  Probably enough for me, even though there are four more buttons…

The Old Bridge
The Old Bridge

From the SNG, along the Danube, to the Old Bridge.  Wonderful effect created by the lit girders.  Boats on the river, moored and moving.  Pinkish glow to the west, behind the UFO tower.  To the east, the Apollo Bridge more delicate.  Shoals of fish suddenly rising like a local rainstorm on the water's surface.  A gentle slapping sounds mingles with the thunder of a passing tram on the bridge.

Yesterday I made the mistake of not taking a coffee and bun in the afternoon, and a headache as result.  Today, no such mistake – here I am in Pollito – a cheesecake shop in Laurinská
.  Nice vibe.  Nice cheesecake…

Nedbalka Gallery
Nedbalka Gallery

To Nedbalka Gallery.  Fourth floor – late romantic – lovely stuff by Ladislav Mednyansky – great Tatra landscape – amazing view of what looks like fjord with craggy mountains on both sides of a lake (called "The Tarn").  Another painter with the splendid name of Edmund Gwerk.  Down to the third floor – where I see my old mate Martin Benka – quite a few.  Lots of others painting those stern peasants.  Also sub-Picasso Blue period/pneumatic phases.  Second floor – Galanda group.  Mostly derivative stuff – I saw Léger, Braque, Modigliani, Bacon, Hockney…  But overall a good showing of Slovak modern art and great gallery design with the opening on each floor – a bit like the New York Guggenheim.  

To the first floor – again, obvious influences – Rothko, de Kooning, Freud.  One rather disturbing pic: "Proximity of Time" – by Michal Jakabčic.  Shows two figures with big heads and tiny eyes, nose and mouth starting up at the sky while a third head emerges from light green earth, on which there is a triple-headed bird, and two other animals – one in a vase.  Striking.  To the ground floor – brand new stuff, quite a lot of photo realism, or approximations thereto.  I particularly liked "Frozen in Time" by Juraj Duris, which shows some kind of boat/ship on the wet floor of a warehouse.  No explanation, but striking.  Definitely one of the best galleries in Bratislava.

Since the restaurant I was looking for – Wolker on Biela – seems not to exist, I opted for U nás dobre nearby – on Michalská – bit bright inside, but has plenty of Slovak dishes.  I ordered the turkey (chrumkavé morčacie) with sheep's cheese, since they too are less intelligent than pigs, which I really really do not want to eat.  That's awkward, because Slovak cuisine is basically pig…  Also ordered a glass of the white and flowery Müller-Thurgau – bit fruity for me, but I wanted to try it to complement the Frankovka modrá I had (red) yesterday – which was really good.  Finished off with the cherry pierogi – devastatingly sweet, apparently sprinkled with cigarette ash.  But good.

14.11.22

Mondays in Bratislava seem to be like Mondays in Stavanger: practically every museum is closed.  So a morning of walking – and of churches, which are open.  Mostly: I went to look at the Poor Clares church: closed.  Now in the Capuchin Church: lots of baroque paintings and woodwork, architecture uninspired.  

Holy Trinity church, closed alas
Holy Trinity church, closed alas

Not having much luck.  The superb Holy Trinity church: closed.  The Brothers of Mercy church: open – but locked inside with a huge grille.  On the floor, a homeless man snores in the warmth.  Beautiful baroque altar, bubbling and undulating wildly.  The pedestrian street Poštová rather nice.  To the Blue church, which is...rather shockingly light blue, everything, with Art Nouveau curlicues on the outside and inside.  Closed, alas, but worth seeing from the outside.

The Blue church
The Blue church

Interesting: just seen the tram driver get out and use a big metal stick to change the points – I wondered how that was done…

Sitting by the National Theatre, trams thundering by as usual.  Leaves still falling, but will soon all be gone.  Blue sky, fresh wind.  

Incredible, two restaurants I tried were closed, and another non-existent.  Must be the Stavanger curse.

Tram #1
Tram #1

On tram #1 – very smart and modern – announcements in Slovak and English…  This is one long carriage; the older ones have separate parts.  On bus #61… Despite the fact that driver wouldn't let me on the bus, which said "leaving in 3 minutes"… Turns out it was leaving to move around to the actual stop, where lots of people were waiting.  Interesting ride out here – 20 minutes through the suburbs of Bratislava.  Looking smart and modern, usual shops and shopping centres – little sign of the Soviet world, unlike in Georgia or Armenia, say.

Bratislava airport
Bratislava airport

Airport, too, spanking new, big, efficient.  Bought some of the lethal Slovakian liqueur – Tatratea (52% alcohol), an apricot liqueur, and Carpathian brandy...

Friday, 12 June 2020

1994 the Danube: Neuburg, Vienna, Budapest

23.5.94 Neuburg an der Donau

Weird.  City of the dead – no one around, shops closed – rainy.  But: below us the Danube – young and powerful.  Neuburg schizophrenic: picture postcard old town, spanking new town.  Arrived here Saturday, driving through the Brennero for the first time.  Pretty but rarely exhilarating as, for example, the Southern Alps in New Zealand were.  Too tamed.  Perhaps more beautiful nearer Italy, the castles hanging from the cliffs above the scattered houses of their villages.  The countryside around here, and the villages all look so neat and tidy.

Here the old city is beautiful – like Prague re-painted and tidied up – and rather sad for that, in a sense.  The great and wonderful Magris finds the set pieces Italian, but I can't agree: the butterscotch colours, the greys, the trompe l'oeil – nothing to do with Italy.  Also, the verticality of architecture is very un-Italian.  We're staying in the clean, modern Hotel Garni – the other side of the river, which means we cross the Danube at least once each day – good to see.  Makes me think of Linz, Vienna…

The first night we went to Venus Restaurant, which hangs over the Danube.  Extraordinary effect: to the left, bucketing down with rain – to the right, a few spots – which continued thus for a minute or so.  Although Greek, the food served to German quantities.  We ordered a dish for two, and were unable to finish it in three.  Fresh pasta – hot and greasy like nan, fresh taramasalata.  The waiters dark and Greek, and very simpatici.  Also most of a bottle of retsina.

Outside the window of the hall in which I now sit, at the top of the Jesuits' school, the windows that gave on to the river and the grey green landscape were assaulted by huge flies (Mayflies?).  The frescoes here are exceptionally awful.  Here in the Jesuit school, reminds me of Urbino, that smell of wood and wax.  Here is older and more elegant, the door handles rococo whorls, the main door bolted like a fortress.  Rolling clouds behind me (I remember the view from Urbino – very similar, but so much more beautiful; in general, the whole of Neuburg is a kind of cold reflection of Urbino.)  Rain, then sun, wind, heat, cold.  Very strange.

Walked out to the station – a tall building this too – closed.  But there are trains to Vienna and Budapest.  Back through the Friedhof – lots of massive black marble.  The trompe l'oeil everywhere is particularly striking – especially of architectural features.

24.5.94 Neuburg an der Donau

Germans jolly excited by their new President, Herr Herzog, a man with a fine bayrisch accent.  Plenty of traffic this morning: strange how the place shut down for Pfingstwoche.

25.5.94 Neuburg an der Donau

The efficiency of Germans – or at least their obsessions.  Bicycle lanes everywhere – often on the path with pedestrians.  Also a candle holder with spring-loaded candle that gradually emerges as the end melts and burns.

Went to the station again, obtained prices for Budapest…  Also looked for maps – but very few here.  And nobody bloody takes Visa – cash only.  One thing the Germans do well is marrying the past with contemporary architecture.  By the Danube.  Yestere'en a tremendous storm – huge electric flashes – reminds me of when I stayed in Munich – the storms we had.  Now, a huge black cloud is, alas, zooming towards me.  Bought some microcomputer magazines (30 DM) and sent them to myself (30 DM).  Bikes zoom behind me – they really are used here…

The question: Vienna or Budapest?  

Strange weather still: either too hot or too cold.  To the castle courtyard – impressive.  Odd grisaille frescoes – they look like etchings.  The exterior all-too gemütlich.  The chapel has the smell of history.  Sitting in the square by the church: gnarled elms – waiting for the mist.  Bells in the town.  A fine, demure fountain, short pillar, pert dolphins.  Inside the church – a gorgeous riot of white plaster and gilt.  Very light and cheerful.  Reminds me of Mexico (Oaxaca) – but utterly controlled and damped down, whether the Mexican one was wild and out of control.

27.5.94 Neuburg an der Donau

Not much yesterday.  Now in the Hofkirche – high and squarish, with typical trompe l'oeil around the walls.  The Danube: interesting that it goes through progressively less "green" countries: Germany, Austria, Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria.  Hungary – the unification of two crowns.  Budapest – the unification of two capitals.

Boy, what a morning.  Seems that Pfingstwoche means all the Germans go to Vienna, Salzburg etc., so all the hotels are full.  Actually ringing direct I got a place – but it cost £50 more.  Hotel Fürst Metternich in Vienna, Grand Hotel Hungaria in Budapest, near Keleti Station.  I realise that Hungary is a completely undiscovered country for me – even more so than the Czech Republic was – at least there I had Dvořák, Janáček, Prague. Just the names of Hungary are mysteries.

The view from the Jesuits' school across to the castle: the strange, hyper-geometric stonework, the mortar painted in white.  The stone rough textured.  The magic card gets me into the Staatliches Museum free (3 DM usually).  Seems completely empty – perfect.  Everything very white and clean and modern.  Some rooms dark: you enter and the lights go on.  The history: all these tiny duke and princedoms – so tribal.  A fine "Giraffenflügel".  To see all these detailed family trees – crossing and re-crossing.  So important then, so meaningless now…  Some stunning wardrobes – like church facades.  Also fine "sponge" ceramics.

Second floor – prehistoric stuff.  Geological maps that look like works of art.  To the Roman room – fine map of the roads – a thick net to just above the Danube: beyond lay barbarism.  80,000 kilometres of roads in the Roman Empire.  Amazing how many German names of cities go back to Roman times: Regensburg (Reginium); Augsburg (Augusta Vindelium); Windisch (Vindonissa).  The Danube very much the last defining line.  The aerial pictures show the dim outlines of long-lost villas and settlements.  Very fine trompe l'oeil at the end of the second floor on the ceiling.  Next to it, very delicate room in scagliola.  Third floor: wooden St Heinrich and Kunigunde – amazingly weathered, shattering vertically.  Looks terribly modern – and vulnerable.  Droll triple picture: one flat and two on slats viewed from the side.

28.5.94 Neuburg an der Donau

As I sit by the side of the Danube…

The teutonic gods were kind to Neuburg's Fischergassler festival.  At about 1pm, opposing teams jousted – on the river.  Looked dangerous to me, but the people enjoyed it.  Trumpets sounded, with lads and lassies dressed up à la Meistersingers.  A procession past our cafe (a fine tuna salad).  Now (about 3.45pm), we walked past most of the population with their mass of bier, listening to, well, something connected with the festival.

Neuburg, like most of Germany, shuts down at 12.30pm on Saturday.  Probably why I find the country grundsätzlich rather dull.  Except for the great surging curve of the river in front of me.  And the bikes.  Reminds me of seeing somewhere recently a huge conceptual leap: to stop thieves bikes may use really thick chains; but the chain normally only connects the wheel to something.  And the wheel is attached to the bike by very thin spokes.  Therefore cut through the spokes, and you have an almost completely bike.  Cunning.

The drums thrum distantly.  4pm strikes.  Yesterday night to another Greek restaurant, again on the banks of the Danube, but in the old town.  Not really so pleasant as "our" place – but good value still.  Nice parting gift of ouzo/some liqueur with a fig in it… alas, the latter for ladies, the former for blokes.

Around me the smell of young grass – a very germanic smell, and indeed the landscape here is very English – a kind of supercharged Cam.  Extraordinary turbulences that rise out of the river like dragons.  Makes me think of "Old Glory".  So much British belles-lettres is about the US because you don't need any other language…

Old houses under the Schloss with bent-backed roofs like those in Sumatra (ah – writing the word immediately makes me want to go there.)  A golden retriever fetching sticks from the river – no mean feat with this current.  

That fact again: I have seen three women with bandaged hands…

Now in St. Peter's church, beyond the square.  Inside, white and light (ish), but a lower, darker ceiling.  Nicely over-the-top pulpit, and stucco with inset roundels.  Everything just so.  Incredibly quiet here (the scratching of this pen plainly audible).  Just the odd twitter of birds, a bell, a passing car over the cobbles – and now a monoprop plane overhead – but apart from that, very quiet.  Over the main exit: "19+C+M+B+94" – imagine these signs throughout the world...some mystery.

Outside, a very sober facade.

29.5.94 Vienna

In a restaurant near where Mozart first performed in public.  A complete fire trap – a cellar deep in a building with only one exit.  Real gothic arches – accordion player ("Blue Danube" etc.) - but decent food, fine wooden seating.  Very atmospheric, if kitschy.  The accordion full of melancholy of the vanished Jewish peoples.  Festival here today, debris of wurst, candy floss, etc.  The area around Stephansplatz as beautiful as ever.  

Trześniewski closed – but with a rather fine ad nearby: "Trześ...Trześ...Trześ...Trześniewski - bless you".

Our hotel -  Fürst Metternich – in Esterhazy Gasse – coincidence? - I think not… Fine, efficient train ride from Regensburg to here.  Green, green countryside, with the Donau alongside until Austria, then alas we parted ways.  This place makes me think of Kafka, for some reason.  "Am Hof 13" – Mozart.

30.5.94 Vienna

Do & Co – fantastic view of Stephansdom – level with the roof (we are in the corner – perfect).  But 24 öS for an espresso… Bought tickets back from Budapest – a long journey, though we stop off in Venice.  This place is so static: even the ads in the U-bahn are the same.  The tower of Stephansdom very similar to the main temple at Prambanan from here – the massing almost identical.

"Trześniewski – Die unaussprechlich guten Brötchen" – yo!

Back in Hundertwasser's Kunst Haus – the restaurant something of a haven in a Vienna mostly closed (it's Monday) and cold, wet and grey.  Fine romantic piano music in the background.  To see a place for the first time is science: knowing what is there.  To see it again is metaphysics: knowing that things continue to exist in our absence.

On the third floor, John de Andrea – the most extraordinary sculptures, mostly of naked women, but with a neorealism that makes you feel embarrassed to be so close – because everything tells you this is real…  And it's the faces that are too good to bear...the eyelashes, eyebrows, the pores – to say nothing of the naughty bits.  And to have them naked so blatantly.  Very strange to move into the gaze of one of these still beings.  The back of the "The Dying Gaul" – complete with spots.  I wonder how the models feel to see themselves thus…?  Also, the stray hairs move in the circulating air, giving an illusory movement.  Seen from a distance, you think that a visitor has sat down.  Interesting, too, the potential for pornography – this is so real it is erotic.  Yes – La Mira Fuerte – but from an artwork, not from the artist (one is called "Galatea"…)  A couple with hands joined – her flying through the air – gob-smacking.    Rather frightening to see the process of producing the sculptures: embalming the living form in a mould – like some kinky perversion…  The patience required to place every hair singly.

Walking around Kärntner Str.  To Trześniewski – alas, at 6.45pm nearly all gone, but good.  Place now graced with Glen Baxter-type cartoons treating the subject of...Brötchen

31.5.94 Vienna

On the banks of the Danube – looking across to the Donau Insel, where I as last year.  Waiting for the departure of our hydrofoil to Budapest.  Glorious sunny morning, cool air, but warm sun.  The Danube, as ever, flows hard and fast – and widely.

On the boat – front seats.  South of Vienna the views rather bleak – semi-industrial, low landscape.  Now more countrified – fine trees on each side.  Occasionally we pass large barges being pushed by tugs, plus a hydrofoil.  Some mountains begin to appear through the haze.  Our first town, to the right, with onion-domed church, and 18th century villas, gemütlich houses.  To the left, on a low hill, a ruined fort.  Gratifyingly large number of bends – not dead straight as at Vienna.  Strange square nets hang suspended from the banks.  

Judging by the drab architecture, I assume we are nearing Bratislava.  A suspension bridge with a single arch – pulled back like a fist and a raised arm.  Yup – Bratislava… I must return here.  Beyond Bratislava, a wide low plain, with marshy areas.  Reminds me of Srinagar for some reason.  Now very wide, landscape very flat.  Seems Danube formed border of Roman Empire here too…

Passing through area where Danube is channelled between ugly walls, high above the landscape.  Perhaps this is the famous/infamous dam project, guaranteed to murder the Danube?  We seem to be  moving into a huge lock.  Where we have now stopped, pointless for 30 minutes.  And 10 minutes later into the maw of the lock – four or five shops, some huge, having emerged from it.  An impressive descent of some 50 feet – but a shame the Danube has been spoilt thus.  At least we can now see the country.

Relatively little river traffic.  The trees thinner, more steppe-like.  Looks like a Ruisdael painting. But in its isolation, it could also almost be the Amazon.  Every now and then, a Trabant on the bank.  We overtake a low-flying stork.  More industrial now, with low mountains in the distance.  Approaching Esztergom, with the Basilica looming ahead – surrounded by ugly housing blocks, very square and blocky, but dome impressive on its perch.  Reminds me of Helsinki's high cathedral.  Fine wooded hills.

Fine views at Visegrad too.  Vac with many a church.  Under the railway, the towers two spires visible through the haze.  The Parliament building rather more impressive than the House of Parliament – but then the Danube is rather more impressive than the Thames.  

Now in Lukács Cukrászda – fine pastries by appointment etc.  Rather a long walk, alas, to #70, along the broad Andrássy út.  Took metro to Deák – with 3-day card (400F – seems 160F about a £1, but I've seen so many different conversion rates that I'm confused).  Charged 1000F for taxi to hotel – outrageous, but what can you do?  Hotel very large (hundreds of rooms), modern and clean.  Good value at about £80/night.  Lukács – very old regime – greyish-brown everywhere, heavy marble tables, velvet-covered chairs with wicker backs, Art Nouveau chandeliers (downstairs) and upstairs (we sit at the turn) to a gilt and mirrored rococo job of green and gold wallpaper.  The waitresses have dinky sandals that look positively Grecian.

Things I noticed – not just blacks here, but also Sikhs.  Strange, though, to be back in a country where I cannot read a word on the signs – few of which are in anything but Hungarian.  Interesting mix of cars – Ladas, Trabants, and modern Western models.  Taking the metro back – just like New York metro – for the same reason: cut and cover, with the road riding on iron girders.  

Back in the hotel.  I like the feel of Budapest: it is an intriguing hybrid – real West meets East in a way Prague and Vienna are not.  The language helps, of course: going to the Keleti Station I felt I was back in Cairo's station, waiting for the diminished fifth.  The there are the crumbling neo-classical monuments, the odd weird touches like the church we passed coming here.  The echoes of Vienna – its opera house for example, the mad mash of communism and capitalism.  Interesting the women's fashion: many women wearing high mini-skirts, hot pants even – I suppose a kind of relic from the days when this was an act of defiance.  Certainly cheers up the city for me…  Losing sense of time here: the third nation in as many days.  Great – I really could do this for months if I had the money.

Up to the station to catch the #67 bus.  Strange facade: grand and yet shut off, entered only by the underground passage.  The main doors rusted shut almost.  To the restaurant – twice, actually.  Arriving, it seems closed, so we hopped on a tram going back – only to see lights, so we went again.  We are having mushroom soup – with quail's egg, and cold fruit salad; then two goulash: catfish and deer.  A strong red to go with it: Egri Bikaver 92.  Not catfish – a mistranslation - actually veal, but good.

1.6.94 Budapest

Metro to Moszkva tér [today, Széll Kálmán tér], up to the Vienna Gate, and then along through charming baroque streets to the museum of music – Beethoven stayed here, and Bartok too.  Nice big of baroque in the background.  Very fine cimbalom (that we also had last night – very lively quartet with soupy, swoopy glissandi from the lead fiddler, incapable of playing two notes without joining them).  I buy a cimbalom tape.

Along to the over-the-top Matyas church.  The quintessential sounds of Budapest: a pipe organ and a fiddler – pure Ives.  The external roof an orgy of colour – like Vienna's St Stephen gone mad.  Below us, the spiky parliament building and a surprisingly empty Danube.  Inside Matyas – crazy, Art Nouveau meets San Marco.  It's like being inside something – but I'm not sure what.

Down with the funicular after declining the delights of a medal exhibition in the stern-looking castle.  Across the chain bridge – what a wonderful river the Danube is – then along the trendy streets to Cyrano – also very trendy, but food looks quite interesting – and not outrageously expensive.  We're upstairs, there's an outside space too.  Everything cool aqueous blues.  Another good example of the difference between here and Prague – hard to imagine here, there.  Nice – though after 90 minutes, the Beatles-type (early 60s) music wears thin.  In the toilets, the World Dryer Corporation extends is hegemonic tentacles.  

Wandering through the pedestrian area – very strange: like London, Prague, Paris, Vienna – and yet none of these.  Very pleasant, helped by the utterly perfect weather.  Found great music shop (for scores, less good for CDs).  Rózsavölgyi és Társa Zeneműbolt at Szervita tér 5.  Prague seems the place for CDs, still, but this has a great collection of old books – I bought one in Romanian and three in Czech, including ones about 18th century music, and Beethoven in Prague.

After a forlorn attempt to find a Bulgarian restaurant (closed? - the buggers…) - we take a tram #2 along the Danube to here – Dunacorso, not entirely satisfactory, but rather fine view across the tramway to the river.  In the Gents, I find the authentic smell of East European toilets for the first time here…  Food not bad – goulashes OK, tokay nice – and more interesting the dumpling with cottage cheese – quite indescribable.  Great setting.

2.6.94 Budapest

Along to the parliament again – less good weather today: high clouds, but good weather for walking.  Parliament is rather fine – nice balance of dome and high mansard roofs.  Now by Kossuth monument. To the Museum of Ethnography – stunning main hall – Escher-like stairs, columns, galleries.  Small but well balanced - gives you the sense of how diverse the world was 100 years ago – and how much we are on the point of losing.  Fascinating too the Magyar sections – truly another world in the heart of Europe.  Perhaps these ethnographic museums give a clue to their cities.

Metro very deep (line 3) – also has projected show on the wall (about the police?).  Few ads, quiet clean.  Trains old and rather tinny.  To  Lukács with tram and bus – nice network.  Suitably empty, lending a faint melancholy air.  To the music shop by Oktogon – where disaster strikes: we find the complete Schubert songs for just £13 a kick – and so buy the six books we don't already have.  A bargain.  Plus £60 of CDs – Haydn string quartets etc.  Well, I mean, saves money, dunnnit?  Now, in the main park – we take line 1 of the metro directly.  Amazing variety of people here: from hyper-elegant young women to large ex-tractor-driving ladies.  Surprising number of flash cars: be interesting to see what happens with the new socialist government.  Sitting in the café with the metro rumbling beneath us very palpably.

Back in Cyrano for dinner – al fresco – nice, except that it means I have a swarm of flies dancing over me.  Fine tokay – rather better than last night.  Two men chased two others in the street, using kicks as if they knew what they were doing.  Police? Mafia?  Who knows what dynamics in that mini drama…?

Back to the Big D, in front of the Vigadó Concert Hall, rather striking as dusk falls, and its light turn amber.  Two trams pass, a man strums a zither tunelessly, people stroll, the sun has gone down in the high haze.  The castle before us, the church in the hill to our right.  The lights are coming on: the Chain Bridge, the palace, all the street sodiums.  Magic.  Now that the rasping of the zither meets gypsy violin – time to go…

3.6.94 Budapest

Our last day in Budapest – this time.  Even hotter and sunnier than before.  To the Museum of Fine Arts by the park – rather impressive classical facade – and modernised well within.  Quite a good collection of Italian primitives – I feel really at home among them.  Clever coding system: given that there are so many pix to see, the major ones have ! on the label.  Strange to see guards with guns...

Good Girolamo Romanino. Sebastiano del Piombo – dark Christ with cross.  Boccaccio Boccaccino.  Giovanni Antonio Boltraffio – two very Leonardesque compositions, one very like the "Virgin of the Rocks", another a fine child and Madonna.  And a real Da Vinci – model of a rider on rearing horse.  Very dramatic.  Strange Filippino Lippi – a huge Madonna.  Esterhazy Madonna by Raphael, unfinished.  Giorgione – a fine sneer – the disdain looks authentic.  Bronzino – Venus and Cupid, very like the National Gallery's in London – even the slight strange twist of the limbs.  Cupids female hips.  

Three fine Bellotto's – two of Florence, one of the Kaunitz palace in Vienna, with weir, church and French gardens.  A man to the left carries a glass of water, further right a man with a document talking to some lord with a spaniel.  Very strange, and very beautiful.  The lord stands framed by two lines of hedges – the whole a perfectly balanced classical composition.

A quartet of tiny Guardis.  Two fine Breughels – Christ preaching particularly fine – the fabrics, the faces, the hazy distant landscape.  Through the Dutch collection – fine de Hooch, lovely view through a window, like Vermeer's view of Delft.  Very unusual Jacob van Ruisdael – view of Amsterdam with boats, houses, trees… Willem Kalf with a  quintessential lemon rind.

Fine late Rembrandt of the angel talking to Joseph in the stable – all the colours and elements shattered.  Huge diagonal.  An almost cheery Mary Magdalena by El Greco.  Surprisingly good Brit stuff too.  A Messerschmidt head (#8); this one calm, though – another, more grotesque (#16)  And compare the works of John de Andrea in the Kunst Haus.  Returning to the Bellotto, I find another room with two good Crivellis, complete with apples, but no gherkins… Really a very fine collection overall – well worth returning to.  

Back to "our" tea/coffee shop. In the corner table at the turn – the best view.  Busier today.  The to the shops at Oktogon, then to the hotel where I forget the clock when I empty the safe deposit.  Which I realise at the station – and so run back to get it.  I am now sweating like a pig, but I have the clock.

Looking at the other trains provokes that wanderlust – still: Beograd, Istanbul, Bucarest – all those mysterious places where the east begins.  Budapest is obviously a key jumping-off point for Europe east and west.  It has been a wonderful three days here, Budapest living up to all my expectations and more.  I hope I'll be able to return soon.  This autumn, perhaps…

4.6.94 Venice

Somewhere in Veneto.  Muggy, sunny day outside.  Strange the dynamics of sleeping in couchettes.  At Wien, such chaos as everyone rushes around, handing in passports, customs declarations, tickets etc. to the guard in his little room.  Then for an hour or two snatches of sleeps as others are still restless.  Then towards morning all is quiet, with just the occasional moments of waking.  Now, around 7.30am, fine landscape – familiar in its Italianness. 

Ah, breakfast in Venice – what could be more civilised?  In the corner cafe towards Teatro Goldoni.  Lovely fresh air, not too many people around.  In my wanderings to get here (via Piazza San Marco) we pass Calle del Paradiso – the one with the bookshop...but I resist.

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