Monday: I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art primarily to see the exhibition of Grayson Perry's work. According to the blurb he is one of main artists in Britain at the moment. Most of his varied work had a go at some aspect of modern society.
After lunch I went to an exhibition of Lloyd Rees' drawings.
Tuesday : I caught several buses to the Spit Bridge, had breakfast overlooking the water then walked to Manly along the path through varied vegetation with many different spots to view the harbour. After pottering in Manly I sat and looked at the ocean for a bit ( and to let the perspiration on my shirt dry in the wind before I went into a place for lunch) then had lunch overlooking more water.
Wednesday I pottered and had a massage in the afternoon.
Thursday : I caught the bus home. It is good to be home.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Sydney week 4
Tuesday : Drizzling rain or heavier most of the day. I caught the bus to Central then walked through the main part of Surrey Hills. I had breakfast soon after I got to Surrey hills which meant that I was bit too early for some of the quirky little design shops . Lots did not open till 11. I caught a bus to Centennial Parklands and found the labyrinth and walked slowly around it. Waiting for the bus home was interesting. The bus didnot come and didnot come and the rain got heavier and heavier. I had my good knee length jacket on, but my jeans below the knee were drenched when the bus finally came. It was almost full of completely dry people. I found it very difficult not to drip water onto people . Everyone was looking at me as if I had done something wrong. Who knows what I was meant to do.
Wednesday: I met my cousins other daughter at Parramatta , we had breakfast and then wandered around looking at old buildings, the park with Old Government House in and more old buildings. It was a very pleasant morning. In the afternoon I met a friend for coffee who used to live in Canberra but now lives in a nearby suburb.
Thursday: I went by bus to Alexandria , another suburb that is being reinvented. I had breakfast at a large cafe in a sort of garden centre which also had a pig and some cooks. I went to a design place which I think sells my 2 new kitchen stools, then to the White Rabbit in Chippendale. It specialises in contemporary Chinese art and was fascinating. On the way home I walked down what is called the Goods Line. It is a smaller, non elevated, version of the High Line in NYC. It does go past the new Frank Gerry building that I wanted to see. It goes roughly from Central to the Powerhouse Museum along a disused old goods rail line with nice public spaces. I had dinner in the Balmain home, of my niece.
Friday: bus to Coogee , walk to almost Bondi, put on rain jacket after rolling up my trouser legs, walked smugly in teeming rain past many people huddled together in the rock overhangs, had a nice fish lunch overlooking the beach and the still teaming rain.
Saturday: Pottered in Glebe.
Sunday: Thought I better have another go at buying a few bits of clothing that fit me better than most of my stuff. I wandered into David Jones, was idly looking at a shirt in the Sportscraft section, was approached by a lady who was really helpful, kept bringing me different sizes and colours of things, giving me honest opinions and I walked out with more than I had gone in for and what was very good, didnot have to look anywhere else. I did go to a few more shops that I had been told about, had lunch and came home.
Wednesday: I met my cousins other daughter at Parramatta , we had breakfast and then wandered around looking at old buildings, the park with Old Government House in and more old buildings. It was a very pleasant morning. In the afternoon I met a friend for coffee who used to live in Canberra but now lives in a nearby suburb.
Thursday: I went by bus to Alexandria , another suburb that is being reinvented. I had breakfast at a large cafe in a sort of garden centre which also had a pig and some cooks. I went to a design place which I think sells my 2 new kitchen stools, then to the White Rabbit in Chippendale. It specialises in contemporary Chinese art and was fascinating. On the way home I walked down what is called the Goods Line. It is a smaller, non elevated, version of the High Line in NYC. It does go past the new Frank Gerry building that I wanted to see. It goes roughly from Central to the Powerhouse Museum along a disused old goods rail line with nice public spaces. I had dinner in the Balmain home, of my niece.
Friday: bus to Coogee , walk to almost Bondi, put on rain jacket after rolling up my trouser legs, walked smugly in teeming rain past many people huddled together in the rock overhangs, had a nice fish lunch overlooking the beach and the still teaming rain.
Saturday: Pottered in Glebe.
Sunday: Thought I better have another go at buying a few bits of clothing that fit me better than most of my stuff. I wandered into David Jones, was idly looking at a shirt in the Sportscraft section, was approached by a lady who was really helpful, kept bringing me different sizes and colours of things, giving me honest opinions and I walked out with more than I had gone in for and what was very good, didnot have to look anywhere else. I did go to a few more shops that I had been told about, had lunch and came home.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sydney week 3
Sunday: Noel arrived at lunch time and we caught the bus to Vaucluse House and pottered around the rooms. Most enjoyable. Walked to Watsons Bay, fish and chips, ferry back to Circular Quay. Very picturesque, travelling into the setting sun. We watched a huge, monstrous cruise ship negotiating it's way out of its birth and onto it's journey.
Monday: We went ( train to gosford then hire car) to visit a cousin of Noels who I had not met and then a schoolfriend of mine and her husband.
Tuesday: Maritime Museum. We wandered over the submarine, destroyer, patrol boat and the tall ship and looked at the Shackleton exhibition. In the evening we went to the Opera, Pearl fishers.
Wednesday : We pottered around some of Glebes old buildings and Noel went home in the afternoon.
Thursday: Wendy was in town and I spent most of the day pottering around the city with her.
Friday : After morning tea with one of my Frivolous Friends, I went to the museum of Sydney. Before looking at any exhibits, I had a delicious relaxed lunch. After lunch, I decided I did not want to tax my holidaying brain so went to look at patterns in a wool shop instead.
Saturday : I loitered over breakfast, caught up with my photos, then walked to the fish markets for lunch and a leisurely walk home via Black wattle Bay and some different streets.
Sunday : I visited my cousin and her husband at Katoomba in their new house.
Monday: I visited my cousins daughter and her young family in the morning, then went to Milsons Point for a nice luncH. I wanted to have a ride on the ferris wheel at Luna Park, but the cheapest ticket I could buy was for 2 rides, so I went on the carousel as well. The ferris wheel was ok , nice views but the carousel was ordinary. The horses did not have names like the lovely one I went on in NY. As I was sitting looking toward the harbour bridge from my lunch table I watched 68 people walk or jog past . Of theses, 46 had no hat, 6 people had a sun visor, and only 16 h ad a hat or cap on.
Monday: We went ( train to gosford then hire car) to visit a cousin of Noels who I had not met and then a schoolfriend of mine and her husband.
Tuesday: Maritime Museum. We wandered over the submarine, destroyer, patrol boat and the tall ship and looked at the Shackleton exhibition. In the evening we went to the Opera, Pearl fishers.
Wednesday : We pottered around some of Glebes old buildings and Noel went home in the afternoon.
Thursday: Wendy was in town and I spent most of the day pottering around the city with her.
Friday : After morning tea with one of my Frivolous Friends, I went to the museum of Sydney. Before looking at any exhibits, I had a delicious relaxed lunch. After lunch, I decided I did not want to tax my holidaying brain so went to look at patterns in a wool shop instead.
Saturday : I loitered over breakfast, caught up with my photos, then walked to the fish markets for lunch and a leisurely walk home via Black wattle Bay and some different streets.
Sunday : I visited my cousin and her husband at Katoomba in their new house.
Monday: I visited my cousins daughter and her young family in the morning, then went to Milsons Point for a nice luncH. I wanted to have a ride on the ferris wheel at Luna Park, but the cheapest ticket I could buy was for 2 rides, so I went on the carousel as well. The ferris wheel was ok , nice views but the carousel was ordinary. The horses did not have names like the lovely one I went on in NY. As I was sitting looking toward the harbour bridge from my lunch table I watched 68 people walk or jog past . Of theses, 46 had no hat, 6 people had a sun visor, and only 16 h ad a hat or cap on.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Sydney week 2
Another hot week, with one heavy shower on Tuesday.
Firstly, an omission from last week. I saw the Sydney Theatre Company's production of Tom Stoppard's play Arcadia. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Monday : I looked at the War memorial in Hyde Park then walked down Oxford St to the Jewish Museum. I was interested in a time line they had around a room with Jewish history on the top, history of the rest of the world on the bottom. The 2 are usually separate in my mind . The feeling of the Holocaust part of the museum was not 'poor us' , rather 'let's not let other evil things happen'. I continued down Oxford St to Paddington and was interested in the Paddington Reservoir, an interesting conversion of a derelict water storage facility to pleasant seating, pools of water, tropical plants, shade.
Tuesday: I caught the ferry to Cremore Point, walked around the water's edge to Mosman for morning tea, got rained on, around to Taronga Park for early lunch, along to Bradley 's Head then onto Clifton Gardens for late lunch ( the rest of a large salad ) then along to Chowder Heads and across to Balmoral for coffee and bus back. About 12 km walk which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Wednesday: Not such a successful day. I thought I would like to look in some shops, went to David Jones and decided I didnot want to be there. Too much of everything - people, noise, things to buy, glitter. So I came home to my ordinary little flat in Glebe. In the evening I went back into town for a concert performed by the Australian Branden burg Orchestra and featuring the amazing recorder player Maurice Street. It was great.
Thursday : I pottered round Chippendale. I wandered the streets - the usual terraces, mostly small, some done up, some arty little shops, some cafes, some doneup commercial places usually with plain exteriors, no windows, painted dark grey with either yellow or red highlights. I looked in the new Central Park shopping and residential place, a new building on Broadway with lots of greenery on the outside. I looked at the redone Old Clare Hotel and the nearby laneways.
Friday: I went to Pyrmont and continued walking around the Harbour from where I stopped the previous Saturday. Round to Darling Harbour, King St wharves, then the new Barangaroo, a lovely space, then around to Circular Quay. I caught a ferry to Balmain and then a bus back to my doorstep (almost). In the evening I went to Naremburn for dinner at the home of my cousin and his wife. Very enjoyable.
Saturday : No sightseeing, just a walk along different Glebe streets to the fish
Markets for lunch and a walk around Black wattle Bay to a cafe for a t/a coffee which I had on a bench in the shade a bit further on and watched some dragon boaters training.
Firstly, an omission from last week. I saw the Sydney Theatre Company's production of Tom Stoppard's play Arcadia. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Monday : I looked at the War memorial in Hyde Park then walked down Oxford St to the Jewish Museum. I was interested in a time line they had around a room with Jewish history on the top, history of the rest of the world on the bottom. The 2 are usually separate in my mind . The feeling of the Holocaust part of the museum was not 'poor us' , rather 'let's not let other evil things happen'. I continued down Oxford St to Paddington and was interested in the Paddington Reservoir, an interesting conversion of a derelict water storage facility to pleasant seating, pools of water, tropical plants, shade.
Tuesday: I caught the ferry to Cremore Point, walked around the water's edge to Mosman for morning tea, got rained on, around to Taronga Park for early lunch, along to Bradley 's Head then onto Clifton Gardens for late lunch ( the rest of a large salad ) then along to Chowder Heads and across to Balmoral for coffee and bus back. About 12 km walk which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Wednesday: Not such a successful day. I thought I would like to look in some shops, went to David Jones and decided I didnot want to be there. Too much of everything - people, noise, things to buy, glitter. So I came home to my ordinary little flat in Glebe. In the evening I went back into town for a concert performed by the Australian Branden burg Orchestra and featuring the amazing recorder player Maurice Street. It was great.
Thursday : I pottered round Chippendale. I wandered the streets - the usual terraces, mostly small, some done up, some arty little shops, some cafes, some doneup commercial places usually with plain exteriors, no windows, painted dark grey with either yellow or red highlights. I looked in the new Central Park shopping and residential place, a new building on Broadway with lots of greenery on the outside. I looked at the redone Old Clare Hotel and the nearby laneways.
Friday: I went to Pyrmont and continued walking around the Harbour from where I stopped the previous Saturday. Round to Darling Harbour, King St wharves, then the new Barangaroo, a lovely space, then around to Circular Quay. I caught a ferry to Balmain and then a bus back to my doorstep (almost). In the evening I went to Naremburn for dinner at the home of my cousin and his wife. Very enjoyable.
Saturday : No sightseeing, just a walk along different Glebe streets to the fish
Markets for lunch and a walk around Black wattle Bay to a cafe for a t/a coffee which I had on a bench in the shade a bit further on and watched some dragon boaters training.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Holiday in Sydney week 1 summary
Every day I remind myself that this is a holiday not a trip. All the museums and art galleries and cafes and shops and parks and etc on my list are suggestions not 'must-do's. I have not flown to the other side of the world to get here.
I am pleased with myself. I seem to have managed , so far, to have a restful holiday.
I have , in no particular order :
Been to the Art Gallery . I enjoyed the collection of Australian paintings.
Been to the Library , a lovely foyer that I have never seen before.
Had dinner with my niece
Had dinner with my cousins
Been to the visitors centre to collect pamphlets for interesting walks and things to do to last a year
Been to centennial park to collect pamphlets on its walk
Had some interesting bus trips
Eaten at lots of different places, mostly good
Had coffee at many different places, mostly good
Spent at least an hour each day over breakfast reading the newspaper and doing the crossword ( except the day I went to the lilyfield market)
Done my meditation and some of my healing rug each day
Got on average of 8 3/4 hours sleep a night , a huge improvement
Wandered the streets and foreshores of Glebe and Pyrmont reading from brochures of the history of various buildings and areas.
Things I have not done yet and would like to :
Been on any ferry
Finished my current book so I can get on with the others I have brought.
Sort out the photos I have taken.
Maybe I will post some photos next week.
I am pleased with myself. I seem to have managed , so far, to have a restful holiday.
I have , in no particular order :
Been to the Art Gallery . I enjoyed the collection of Australian paintings.
Been to the Library , a lovely foyer that I have never seen before.
Had dinner with my niece
Had dinner with my cousins
Been to the visitors centre to collect pamphlets for interesting walks and things to do to last a year
Been to centennial park to collect pamphlets on its walk
Had some interesting bus trips
Eaten at lots of different places, mostly good
Had coffee at many different places, mostly good
Spent at least an hour each day over breakfast reading the newspaper and doing the crossword ( except the day I went to the lilyfield market)
Done my meditation and some of my healing rug each day
Got on average of 8 3/4 hours sleep a night , a huge improvement
Wandered the streets and foreshores of Glebe and Pyrmont reading from brochures of the history of various buildings and areas.
Things I have not done yet and would like to :
Been on any ferry
Finished my current book so I can get on with the others I have brought.
Sort out the photos I have taken.
Maybe I will post some photos next week.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Safely home
I arrived back in Canberra on the bus from Sydney at 11.30 on Friday night. There were several delays and frustrations on the way and I was less calm and able to sit patiently than I was hoping to be. I think, mentally, I started the long journey home when I left San Remo, not Milan.
I stepped foot outside the airplane at Sydney at 8.10 pm ( 2.75 hours late) and I am sure I now have the record for the fastest time through immigration and customs. I was seated at the front end of the business class passengers, so I only had a few first class passengers to weave my way through and then I ran. There was noone else around, no other large jet had just discharged its hordes, there had been a delay of about 15 min waiting at the gate for a quarantine doctor to check a sick passenger and therefore my bag was already on the carousel when I got straight through immigration, no queues, then straight through customs, no queues, then I ran again to the bus, due to leave at 8.15, and got there as the last 2 passengers were boarding at 8.22
I stepped foot outside the airplane at Sydney at 8.10 pm ( 2.75 hours late) and I am sure I now have the record for the fastest time through immigration and customs. I was seated at the front end of the business class passengers, so I only had a few first class passengers to weave my way through and then I ran. There was noone else around, no other large jet had just discharged its hordes, there had been a delay of about 15 min waiting at the gate for a quarantine doctor to check a sick passenger and therefore my bag was already on the carousel when I got straight through immigration, no queues, then straight through customs, no queues, then I ran again to the bus, due to leave at 8.15, and got there as the last 2 passengers were boarding at 8.22
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Milan overnight
If you are one of those people who read the previous post about my mission summary, I have added to it.
I have just arrived in a hotel near Milano secondary airport Linate. I caught th train from San remo to Milan, bus from central railway to Lina te, checked what time I should be ther for a 6.30 departure, then walked to the hotel. Off now for a walk around a man made nearby lake.
I have just arrived in a hotel near Milano secondary airport Linate. I caught th train from San remo to Milan, bus from central railway to Lina te, checked what time I should be ther for a 6.30 departure, then walked to the hotel. Off now for a walk around a man made nearby lake.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Last day in San Remo
I pottered, started my new knitting project, though it was 2 steps forward, 1 step back mostly, attempted some souvenir shopping but gave up . It was too hard and too crowded and too hot. Tomorrow I go to Milan by train.
Mission summary
I looked for 29 churches . Of these, at the marked place on the map, I found nothing like a church on 3 occasions.
Of the remaining 13 flops :
3 I found the building but it was not being used as a church
3 I found the church and it was closed up, not in use
1 was closed for renovations
6 were closed when I was there, but are in use
Of the 13 churches that were open and in which I lit a candle or candles :
2 were a success grade 1 plus. I chose the candle, what colour, lit it, and chose where to place it on the stand.
3 were a success grade 1 , as above but all the candles were the same colour
5 were a success grade 2. I was not able to light a real candle, but I had some choice over where I put the pretend candle, or which of the pretend candles I could turn on.
3 were only a success grade 3. I put my money in the slot and I had no choice over which pretend candle lit up.
The above sounds very business -like, without feeling. I was pleased I put the effort into this mission. I have no idea if it has in any way helped A (as in A good friend) or her family. From my experience of almost 10 years ago now, I can remember feeling a glimmer of warmth in my heart when I found out similar things people were doing for John, me and our children. Glimmers eventually add up.
Of the remaining 13 flops :
3 I found the building but it was not being used as a church
3 I found the church and it was closed up, not in use
1 was closed for renovations
6 were closed when I was there, but are in use
Of the 13 churches that were open and in which I lit a candle or candles :
2 were a success grade 1 plus. I chose the candle, what colour, lit it, and chose where to place it on the stand.
3 were a success grade 1 , as above but all the candles were the same colour
5 were a success grade 2. I was not able to light a real candle, but I had some choice over where I put the pretend candle, or which of the pretend candles I could turn on.
3 were only a success grade 3. I put my money in the slot and I had no choice over which pretend candle lit up.
The above sounds very business -like, without feeling. I was pleased I put the effort into this mission. I have no idea if it has in any way helped A (as in A good friend) or her family. From my experience of almost 10 years ago now, I can remember feeling a glimmer of warmth in my heart when I found out similar things people were doing for John, me and our children. Glimmers eventually add up.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Bordighera
Today I went to Bordeghera, 30 minutes by bus West along the coast towards France. It is a smaller town than San Remo, but apparently it's palm trees are better. The Vatican sources it's palms for Palm Sunday from Bordighera. Monet lived here for a while and painted many scenes.
It is like many towns along the coast -it has an old town with ancient walls and narrow twisting lanes and the new part along the current coastline. I went first to a church with, I thought, a very confused name, Chiesa dell' Immacolata Concezione dei Padri Francescani. A service was about to start so I light a candle, sat for a bit, and left. A success grade 2. I chose which candle to swith on, but no flame.
Next I walked along the coast , past all the 'beaches' , both private and public, to a little chapel. It features in some of Monet's paintings. The old part was very plain and simple. Mass is said once a day, but the only thing hanging above the altar is a statue of an old man in a cloak. Moses or God or Old Father Time? There was a new bit added on with 2 candle lighting stations. Another success grade 1 plus. I could choose which color candle, light it with a real flame, and choose where on the stand to put it.
I walked up to the old town through a pleasant park with good views, through a very old gate, through narrow lanes to another church, similar to many others, lots of sparkle and twiddly bits and statues and dark, gloomy paintings. Success grade 2, I could choose a pretend candle and which place to slot it into, but no flame.
According to my map, there was another church further up the hill. Not so. I could not find it, stopped and asked 2 very old ladies and was told there used to be a church but it was incorporated into the nursing home.
Back down the hill and lunch at one of the many places along the waterfront. I sat looking out over the tops of the beach umbrellas to the sea and along the coast to the west. It was easy to see France. It was a good meal.
It is like many towns along the coast -it has an old town with ancient walls and narrow twisting lanes and the new part along the current coastline. I went first to a church with, I thought, a very confused name, Chiesa dell' Immacolata Concezione dei Padri Francescani. A service was about to start so I light a candle, sat for a bit, and left. A success grade 2. I chose which candle to swith on, but no flame.
Next I walked along the coast , past all the 'beaches' , both private and public, to a little chapel. It features in some of Monet's paintings. The old part was very plain and simple. Mass is said once a day, but the only thing hanging above the altar is a statue of an old man in a cloak. Moses or God or Old Father Time? There was a new bit added on with 2 candle lighting stations. Another success grade 1 plus. I could choose which color candle, light it with a real flame, and choose where on the stand to put it.
I walked up to the old town through a pleasant park with good views, through a very old gate, through narrow lanes to another church, similar to many others, lots of sparkle and twiddly bits and statues and dark, gloomy paintings. Success grade 2, I could choose a pretend candle and which place to slot it into, but no flame.
According to my map, there was another church further up the hill. Not so. I could not find it, stopped and asked 2 very old ladies and was told there used to be a church but it was incorporated into the nursing home.
Back down the hill and lunch at one of the many places along the waterfront. I sat looking out over the tops of the beach umbrellas to the sea and along the coast to the west. It was easy to see France. It was a good meal.
Sunday, September 6, 2015
A day of rest in San remo
I did no sightseeing and no candle-chasing today.
I spent a lot of time working out how I will change the pattern I have bought for the shetland wool I bought, experimenting with the wool and some other wool I have with me to make beanies for Wendy's hospital trolley. I learnt a new patience game -two pack Algerian patience. I read my book, a detective story set in Florence. I went out for my morning coffee. I went out for lunch, but not to the usual, I didnot feel like making the effort to talk to people. I went out for a gelato, stroll along the waterfront and to buy something for dinner. Along the waterfront I wandered past the fishing boats and watched a huge millionaires boat being reversed into the tiniest space between 2 other slightly less huge boats. At one point I could see a lookout and 2 crew one side and 3 crew the other all holding large padding bollardy things over the side of the boat as the skipper sort of pushed his way in. I could see the boat on one side moving a bit. I was tempted to wait and see who came off the boat, but I had finished my gelato and there was no one else around, so I thought not. On my way home I saw in the distance the lady who runs my usual lunch restaurant. I was thinking up an excuse if she asked me where was I at lunchtime. Luckily she only recognised me as she reached me and only had time to say good evening. She was dressed for church or a smart dinner out, I was in my skirt, the same skirt I have worn every day for the past 18 days, excluding 3 travelling days. Luckily it easily dries overnight.
I spent a lot of time working out how I will change the pattern I have bought for the shetland wool I bought, experimenting with the wool and some other wool I have with me to make beanies for Wendy's hospital trolley. I learnt a new patience game -two pack Algerian patience. I read my book, a detective story set in Florence. I went out for my morning coffee. I went out for lunch, but not to the usual, I didnot feel like making the effort to talk to people. I went out for a gelato, stroll along the waterfront and to buy something for dinner. Along the waterfront I wandered past the fishing boats and watched a huge millionaires boat being reversed into the tiniest space between 2 other slightly less huge boats. At one point I could see a lookout and 2 crew one side and 3 crew the other all holding large padding bollardy things over the side of the boat as the skipper sort of pushed his way in. I could see the boat on one side moving a bit. I was tempted to wait and see who came off the boat, but I had finished my gelato and there was no one else around, so I thought not. On my way home I saw in the distance the lady who runs my usual lunch restaurant. I was thinking up an excuse if she asked me where was I at lunchtime. Luckily she only recognised me as she reached me and only had time to say good evening. She was dressed for church or a smart dinner out, I was in my skirt, the same skirt I have worn every day for the past 18 days, excluding 3 travelling days. Luckily it easily dries overnight.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
San Remo Saturday
This morning I had a slow start then went to the markets- clothes , shoes, bags, etc. I want a new bag but there were none like I want. There were also very many people. It was a friendly crowd, but still a crowd. So I took the easy option and gave up. All those beautiful cheap cashmere jumpers will have to wait till next time.
I arrived at my usual main meal place at 12.10 to find it full, mostly French who come for the markets. I was put at the same table as an Italian gentleman who eats there regularly, turns out every day. HE is somehow related to the owners. Conversation was a bit stilted, but we both tried. He left and anot her single lady was put with me. We got on well and managed much better. She was better able to work out what I was trying to say. She lives in Milan but has a house here that she spends August and February in. She also has a weekender at Sirmione on the shores of Lake Garda. She is also very disappointed that she can no longer light a candle with a flame in most churches. When I left at 2.40, the restaurant was still packed.
Next I walked to the second Russian church, but it was closed, 20 minutes after the sign on the door said it would be open. So, a flop. I am not going back there on the off chance it may be open. I walked on, further East where the map said there was another church which looked, from its website, like it was alive. On the way I passed a smaller church which was some sort of offshoot of the church I was heading for, but it was closed, but it was obviously still used for masses. Another flop. The church I was heading for was certainly well used. Sometime in the late last centuy another big bit was added to it to almost double the size. There are some nice wooden bits and modern stained glass windows. It was a mission success grade 2. I got to flick a switch to turn on the candle of my choice.
I walked back along the waterfront. Lots of toys, tiny little inflatable things up to great big huge millions of $ boats. I stopped for an iced coffee in a pleasant spot in the shade, then continued.
I bought a few things to supplement my remaining odds and ends for dinner - 2 zucchini flowers stuffed with potatoes and mortadella , i think and a piece of the local foccacia like base with tomato, olives, sardines etc on the top, called sardenaria. Later ... I could not taste the sardines.
I arrived at my usual main meal place at 12.10 to find it full, mostly French who come for the markets. I was put at the same table as an Italian gentleman who eats there regularly, turns out every day. HE is somehow related to the owners. Conversation was a bit stilted, but we both tried. He left and anot her single lady was put with me. We got on well and managed much better. She was better able to work out what I was trying to say. She lives in Milan but has a house here that she spends August and February in. She also has a weekender at Sirmione on the shores of Lake Garda. She is also very disappointed that she can no longer light a candle with a flame in most churches. When I left at 2.40, the restaurant was still packed.
Next I walked to the second Russian church, but it was closed, 20 minutes after the sign on the door said it would be open. So, a flop. I am not going back there on the off chance it may be open. I walked on, further East where the map said there was another church which looked, from its website, like it was alive. On the way I passed a smaller church which was some sort of offshoot of the church I was heading for, but it was closed, but it was obviously still used for masses. Another flop. The church I was heading for was certainly well used. Sometime in the late last centuy another big bit was added to it to almost double the size. There are some nice wooden bits and modern stained glass windows. It was a mission success grade 2. I got to flick a switch to turn on the candle of my choice.
I walked back along the waterfront. Lots of toys, tiny little inflatable things up to great big huge millions of $ boats. I stopped for an iced coffee in a pleasant spot in the shade, then continued.
I bought a few things to supplement my remaining odds and ends for dinner - 2 zucchini flowers stuffed with potatoes and mortadella , i think and a piece of the local foccacia like base with tomato, olives, sardines etc on the top, called sardenaria. Later ... I could not taste the sardines.
Friday, September 4, 2015
San Remo and Albenga
This morning I went by train to Albenga, 1 hour along th coast towards Genova.
Albenga has a small old town in the centre still with lots of the medieval walls surviving and small narrow lanes. In the centre there is a Romanesque cathedral, mostly built in the 11th century and added to in the early 14th, another church , a bishops palace right next to the cathedral and a baptistry.
I went first to the baptistry and museum in the bishops house. A lady took a few of us around. She spoke slowly in Italian and I got most of what she said. The baptistry was built end of the 5th , early 6th century and is still used today. There was a lovely bit of mosaic in part of the ceiling, reminiscent of those I saw in 2007 in Ravenna. It had 10 sides to the outside wall and the inside wall, had 8 sides.
The museum was ok, but I am a bit over museums. Several guide books said it had a Caravaggio . I was surprised, I though I had looked up where they all were in italy. Turns out it was from the Caravaggio school, ìe like his work and probably done by a pupil.
I then went to the cathedral which was lovely and plain with large stone columns, an interesting ceiling and the remains of some very old looking frescoes. There was one candle lighting stand and it was a grade 3. No choice. All you did was put a coin in the slot. However, the other church in the old piazza had about 6 candle lighting stands. They were a grade 1 plus. Not only could I light my own tea-light sized candle, I could choose which of 4 colours. I am a little undecided as to whether the whole effect looked a bit gaudy, howe er, I made the best of the situation, chose a red one for H, then a blue, yellow and green one for A and their children. Again I lit the blue, yellow and green one from the red candle.
I had no map of Albenga other than the maps.me app. This is the app that took me to the non existent mosque 3 days ago. Today I spent a while wandering round the maze of laneways but only found 1 out of 3 'Churches' marked on the map. It was no longer a church, but a building that was roughly the right size. That was 1 flop not 3.
I caught a train back to san remo and stopped to look at another Orthodox church which was not open (lunchtkme) that goes jn the pending pile, and then a Lutheran church that had a large sign that said it had a service on the 2nd and 4th Sunday of the month. A flop, besides they probably donot have candles to light.
I had had a very non description almost unpleasant sandwich on the railway station at albenga so figured I should have a gelato on my way back to my apartment.
Albenga has a small old town in the centre still with lots of the medieval walls surviving and small narrow lanes. In the centre there is a Romanesque cathedral, mostly built in the 11th century and added to in the early 14th, another church , a bishops palace right next to the cathedral and a baptistry.
I went first to the baptistry and museum in the bishops house. A lady took a few of us around. She spoke slowly in Italian and I got most of what she said. The baptistry was built end of the 5th , early 6th century and is still used today. There was a lovely bit of mosaic in part of the ceiling, reminiscent of those I saw in 2007 in Ravenna. It had 10 sides to the outside wall and the inside wall, had 8 sides.
The museum was ok, but I am a bit over museums. Several guide books said it had a Caravaggio . I was surprised, I though I had looked up where they all were in italy. Turns out it was from the Caravaggio school, ìe like his work and probably done by a pupil.
I then went to the cathedral which was lovely and plain with large stone columns, an interesting ceiling and the remains of some very old looking frescoes. There was one candle lighting stand and it was a grade 3. No choice. All you did was put a coin in the slot. However, the other church in the old piazza had about 6 candle lighting stands. They were a grade 1 plus. Not only could I light my own tea-light sized candle, I could choose which of 4 colours. I am a little undecided as to whether the whole effect looked a bit gaudy, howe er, I made the best of the situation, chose a red one for H, then a blue, yellow and green one for A and their children. Again I lit the blue, yellow and green one from the red candle.
I had no map of Albenga other than the maps.me app. This is the app that took me to the non existent mosque 3 days ago. Today I spent a while wandering round the maze of laneways but only found 1 out of 3 'Churches' marked on the map. It was no longer a church, but a building that was roughly the right size. That was 1 flop not 3.
I caught a train back to san remo and stopped to look at another Orthodox church which was not open (lunchtkme) that goes jn the pending pile, and then a Lutheran church that had a large sign that said it had a service on the 2nd and 4th Sunday of the month. A flop, besides they probably donot have candles to light.
I had had a very non description almost unpleasant sandwich on the railway station at albenga so figured I should have a gelato on my way back to my apartment.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
San remo mission day 3
This morning I set off in the direction of the Russian Church. When I was there the day before yesterday, it was quite late in the day and the church was half in shadow. I wanted a better photo. Trouble is this morning, I was looking into the sun. Brilliant!
I went to the church of all the Saints which was built in 1884 by the 'English Anglican' and then became Catholic in 1991. It reminded me of an English church with lots of carved wood and fewer than normal statues and paintings of Mary. There were quite a few local women wandering about. There were 2 places where you could light a candle. I didnot choose the nice plain statue of Jesus that had been adorned with a halo of lights,. Along one wall of the church there were the 15 stations of the cross. Quite plain brass ( or something). Under the 14th one was a candle lighting place. At the previous 4 churches that I have been been able to get into, there is a donation box as part of or built into the candle lighting stand. In this mornings church it said 50 cents a candle. I had been in the habit of putting in what ever coin came out of my purse first. I didnot like to be told. As it happened, I pulled out a €2 coin. Fine, I would light 4 candles. This brought to mind a conversation I had with H last November. I asked him why, if we believe that when we die we are with God and that that is the ultimate, why do , on All Saints Day, we pray to God and ask him to look after all the Saints, as in our dearly beloved relatives or whoever? I remember H, in his calm measured manner, take a moment to formulate a response that made sense to me at the time, but that I have now forgotten. I was bothered by that. After a few moments I read the inscription on the 14th station. It said 'Do not be afraid, I am the resurrection'. Ok. I lit one candle from the existing one there, thinking of H, and then lit 3 candles from that first one, thinking of A and their 2 children.
Next was a small chapel next door. I forgot to write it's name down. It was the church of the Black something. I could not get in, it was locked but it was still used for services and for groups. I took a picture through the glass door. A flop, but not as bad a flop as others.
There is a church next to the huge casino that, for some, is the main attraction of San remo. I was amused by the irony. It is the church of the Capuchin, an offshoot of the Fransiscans started by a guy who thought that the Franciscan church had grown away from the founding philosophy and become too worldly. It was like most of the other churches, not particularly to my taste, but had quite a few pleasant almost art deco ish stained glass windows. There were 14 candle lighting stands. I spent ages choosing one and finally decided on a very plain statue of Jesus. I was disappointed to find that it was another electric job, but horrified to find I had no choice. I put my money , only 20 cents, in a box and a candle lit up. So now there are 3 grades of a mission success. Mission Success grade 1 is when I physically get to light a real flame and choose where I put it. Mission success 2 is some sort of electric arrangement that I still have a choice with and mission success 3 is the lowest. No choice and no real flame.
Church 4 today was, unfortunately another success grade 3. An ordinary church in a deserted piazza, but still used and well cared for. There were 10 candle lighting stands to choose from . I chose a stand underneath a fairly modern painting of John Paul II, though it was more a process of eliminating the other stands. I sat for a while and watched the candle stands and what happened when people put their money in. I am fairly sure there is a pattern of which candles come on in which order. So, in theory, if you wanted a particular candle to come on, and didnot mind which others came on, and had a pocket full of coins, you could manage to get your choice. .
So now the mission total is: Success grade 1 : 3, success grade 2 : 2, success grade 3 : 2, flops: 6 and 1 pending. The pending is near me. A funeral was going on one day, a service the next and this morning it was closed.
On my way to the markets today for some essentials -more great big delicious peaches nd more figs, I passed the lady from my lunch restaurant. ' Good morning senora, will we see you today? Hope so'. She said quickly in Italian. Why not , I thought and replied graciously that the food was delicious and yes please. Once again an excellent meal with lots of different characters to watch and listen to and join in with occasionally. I have progressed from Buongiorno status to ciao status.
I went to the church of all the Saints which was built in 1884 by the 'English Anglican' and then became Catholic in 1991. It reminded me of an English church with lots of carved wood and fewer than normal statues and paintings of Mary. There were quite a few local women wandering about. There were 2 places where you could light a candle. I didnot choose the nice plain statue of Jesus that had been adorned with a halo of lights,. Along one wall of the church there were the 15 stations of the cross. Quite plain brass ( or something). Under the 14th one was a candle lighting place. At the previous 4 churches that I have been been able to get into, there is a donation box as part of or built into the candle lighting stand. In this mornings church it said 50 cents a candle. I had been in the habit of putting in what ever coin came out of my purse first. I didnot like to be told. As it happened, I pulled out a €2 coin. Fine, I would light 4 candles. This brought to mind a conversation I had with H last November. I asked him why, if we believe that when we die we are with God and that that is the ultimate, why do , on All Saints Day, we pray to God and ask him to look after all the Saints, as in our dearly beloved relatives or whoever? I remember H, in his calm measured manner, take a moment to formulate a response that made sense to me at the time, but that I have now forgotten. I was bothered by that. After a few moments I read the inscription on the 14th station. It said 'Do not be afraid, I am the resurrection'. Ok. I lit one candle from the existing one there, thinking of H, and then lit 3 candles from that first one, thinking of A and their 2 children.
Next was a small chapel next door. I forgot to write it's name down. It was the church of the Black something. I could not get in, it was locked but it was still used for services and for groups. I took a picture through the glass door. A flop, but not as bad a flop as others.
There is a church next to the huge casino that, for some, is the main attraction of San remo. I was amused by the irony. It is the church of the Capuchin, an offshoot of the Fransiscans started by a guy who thought that the Franciscan church had grown away from the founding philosophy and become too worldly. It was like most of the other churches, not particularly to my taste, but had quite a few pleasant almost art deco ish stained glass windows. There were 14 candle lighting stands. I spent ages choosing one and finally decided on a very plain statue of Jesus. I was disappointed to find that it was another electric job, but horrified to find I had no choice. I put my money , only 20 cents, in a box and a candle lit up. So now there are 3 grades of a mission success. Mission Success grade 1 is when I physically get to light a real flame and choose where I put it. Mission success 2 is some sort of electric arrangement that I still have a choice with and mission success 3 is the lowest. No choice and no real flame.
Church 4 today was, unfortunately another success grade 3. An ordinary church in a deserted piazza, but still used and well cared for. There were 10 candle lighting stands to choose from . I chose a stand underneath a fairly modern painting of John Paul II, though it was more a process of eliminating the other stands. I sat for a while and watched the candle stands and what happened when people put their money in. I am fairly sure there is a pattern of which candles come on in which order. So, in theory, if you wanted a particular candle to come on, and didnot mind which others came on, and had a pocket full of coins, you could manage to get your choice. .
So now the mission total is: Success grade 1 : 3, success grade 2 : 2, success grade 3 : 2, flops: 6 and 1 pending. The pending is near me. A funeral was going on one day, a service the next and this morning it was closed.
On my way to the markets today for some essentials -more great big delicious peaches nd more figs, I passed the lady from my lunch restaurant. ' Good morning senora, will we see you today? Hope so'. She said quickly in Italian. Why not , I thought and replied graciously that the food was delicious and yes please. Once again an excellent meal with lots of different characters to watch and listen to and join in with occasionally. I have progressed from Buongiorno status to ciao status.
Russian church, with a spire hidden by the sunlight in the top right.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Extras from yesterday, continuing Mission
A few things from yesterday:
I was so full at lunch time that I passed on my desert, which was included. Probably a first for me.
This apartment is great except for th tiniest shower I have ever been in, and I've been in some small ones. But, yesterday I discovered the trick to bending over - open the door, stick my head out bend over and reach behind me for the dropped soap, stomped on clothes or whatever.
The streets here go diagonally across the hill, in either direction, which I find confusing. I expect roads, tracks etc to follow the contours I think. Venice was a cinch compared to here, but I was 6 years younger.
Over night I have realised that my method of describing my success or otherwise at visiting churches is flawed. I was using 'strike' as in 3 strikes you are out, a bad thing. But a strike in military , and other , terms is a good thing. My friend, who is not here looking over my shoulder anymore, suggested ''setback'. But I think I prefer 'flop', a bit vaguer and less specific. I think the effort in getting to the various churches is the main thing. A flop is not necessarily a failure.
When I walked into the cafe for my coffee , I walked into a conversation about Africa which I could not follow. I said Buongiorno to the few locals and bar lady and was asked my opinion. I said in my halting Italian that they were talking too quickly for me to understand. They seemed pleased at that . I said i was from australia etc etc Later in the day I passed one of the ladies. She grabbed my arm and apologised most profusely, but I could not gather what for. Something about thinking I was german and she does not like Germans. But what that has to do with Africa?
I can see from the corner of my balcony, just, a large church which is lit up on some nights at the top of the hill that san remo snakes and twists and turns around .. Today's first destination. Unfortunately, before I could go up I had to go down , along, and then up, up and more up. There were some great views , which obviously i had to stop and photograph. Lots of times. The paved approach to this church was interesting . I liked the inside. Not too much glitter, quite a lot of different coloured marble. It had a good feel. When I arrived there was a lady who was doing some sort of act, shuffling along on her knees, praying quietly, then shuffling a bit further, stop, pray etc. . I sat quietly for a while and wondered at the etiquette of me quietly taking photos while she was busy, but I was saved by her mobile ringing, she went outside and I got up and took photos. I lit a real tea light sized candle with a match and chose a position on metal tree to place it on.
This church was at the top of what is called the old part of town. The lanes are even narrower, think left shoulder on one wall and touch the other wall and duck when you go through archways. Sometimes quite atmospheric, delicate window boxes jn tiny spaces, nice wooden doors, but sometimes a bit dark and spooky , with quite steep, uneven, moss covered steps. I was searching for 3 churches in this convoluted maze. The first was ok, typical, shiny and glittery with lots of what I call Roman Catholic stuff. What put me off was the 'candles'. There was a stand with 2 rows of artificial candles the size of big pencils. In front of them was a row of switches. I spent a while choosing which 'candle'to switch on. Mission success 4, sort of. I might have to separate the 'success' category into 'light a real candle' and a lesser category of artificial success.
The 3rd church of the day was a flop. All closed up and not used, according to the group of 4 old men sitting nearby.
The 4th church was another flop. After much circling I found the building that used to be it. It was the right size, with large doors, but had no cross. I asked a few old ladies. Many years closed, was the best i could decipher.
Tally after day 2 : success 4, Flop 5. I am excluding the mosque I could not find, and there is one pending form day 1
I got back here just in time to receive a call from Relay friend to say that , very sadly, H had died. My mission started for H and his family, so I will definitely continue.
I went down to the same restaurant as yesterday for lunch. I was a bit apprehensive, I did leave rather a lot of uneaten rabbit yesterday, but needlessly. I was greeted as a long lost friend, sat at the same table near a few other of yesterday's guests. I ate a delicious large bowl of spaghetti with clams, mussels, baby calamari, and other things, water, wine, tiramisu , coffee for E 15. Yesterday he gave me too much change, I told him and he took some back, today he gave me too much I think , but who knows. One well dressed elderly lady who was there yesterday was given, after she finished her meal a big bowl of beans to top and tail.
I came back here, sat quietly knitting a beanie for Wendy's trolley in suva thinking of how lucky I am that John was able to see one of his grandchildren. Neither Rs husband, nor H had that opportunity. I was also thinking of how pleased I am that I went to the Russian church yesterday, which H would have been interested in, while he was still alive, as scientifically ridiculous as that sounds.
This evening I thought it was time to go for a walk along the water, well road above the water where you access all the European style beach places - you pay
to rent a deck chair, sit squashed in next to the person beside you , go to the shop for a drink or food, change in a funny little cabin , not nearly as cute as the ones in Australia. No space between one 'beach' and the next. If you are lucky the 'beach' you have chosen may have a metre of dark grey stuff that is called sand. Mile after mile of these. I would have liked a quiet little bar but instead went a bit higher up and found a bench under a tree with a view out over the water. Luckily, you could not see the 'beaches' below. I had water.
I was so full at lunch time that I passed on my desert, which was included. Probably a first for me.
This apartment is great except for th tiniest shower I have ever been in, and I've been in some small ones. But, yesterday I discovered the trick to bending over - open the door, stick my head out bend over and reach behind me for the dropped soap, stomped on clothes or whatever.
The streets here go diagonally across the hill, in either direction, which I find confusing. I expect roads, tracks etc to follow the contours I think. Venice was a cinch compared to here, but I was 6 years younger.
Over night I have realised that my method of describing my success or otherwise at visiting churches is flawed. I was using 'strike' as in 3 strikes you are out, a bad thing. But a strike in military , and other , terms is a good thing. My friend, who is not here looking over my shoulder anymore, suggested ''setback'. But I think I prefer 'flop', a bit vaguer and less specific. I think the effort in getting to the various churches is the main thing. A flop is not necessarily a failure.
When I walked into the cafe for my coffee , I walked into a conversation about Africa which I could not follow. I said Buongiorno to the few locals and bar lady and was asked my opinion. I said in my halting Italian that they were talking too quickly for me to understand. They seemed pleased at that . I said i was from australia etc etc Later in the day I passed one of the ladies. She grabbed my arm and apologised most profusely, but I could not gather what for. Something about thinking I was german and she does not like Germans. But what that has to do with Africa?
I can see from the corner of my balcony, just, a large church which is lit up on some nights at the top of the hill that san remo snakes and twists and turns around .. Today's first destination. Unfortunately, before I could go up I had to go down , along, and then up, up and more up. There were some great views , which obviously i had to stop and photograph. Lots of times. The paved approach to this church was interesting . I liked the inside. Not too much glitter, quite a lot of different coloured marble. It had a good feel. When I arrived there was a lady who was doing some sort of act, shuffling along on her knees, praying quietly, then shuffling a bit further, stop, pray etc. . I sat quietly for a while and wondered at the etiquette of me quietly taking photos while she was busy, but I was saved by her mobile ringing, she went outside and I got up and took photos. I lit a real tea light sized candle with a match and chose a position on metal tree to place it on.
This church was at the top of what is called the old part of town. The lanes are even narrower, think left shoulder on one wall and touch the other wall and duck when you go through archways. Sometimes quite atmospheric, delicate window boxes jn tiny spaces, nice wooden doors, but sometimes a bit dark and spooky , with quite steep, uneven, moss covered steps. I was searching for 3 churches in this convoluted maze. The first was ok, typical, shiny and glittery with lots of what I call Roman Catholic stuff. What put me off was the 'candles'. There was a stand with 2 rows of artificial candles the size of big pencils. In front of them was a row of switches. I spent a while choosing which 'candle'to switch on. Mission success 4, sort of. I might have to separate the 'success' category into 'light a real candle' and a lesser category of artificial success.
The 3rd church of the day was a flop. All closed up and not used, according to the group of 4 old men sitting nearby.
The 4th church was another flop. After much circling I found the building that used to be it. It was the right size, with large doors, but had no cross. I asked a few old ladies. Many years closed, was the best i could decipher.
Tally after day 2 : success 4, Flop 5. I am excluding the mosque I could not find, and there is one pending form day 1
I got back here just in time to receive a call from Relay friend to say that , very sadly, H had died. My mission started for H and his family, so I will definitely continue.
I went down to the same restaurant as yesterday for lunch. I was a bit apprehensive, I did leave rather a lot of uneaten rabbit yesterday, but needlessly. I was greeted as a long lost friend, sat at the same table near a few other of yesterday's guests. I ate a delicious large bowl of spaghetti with clams, mussels, baby calamari, and other things, water, wine, tiramisu , coffee for E 15. Yesterday he gave me too much change, I told him and he took some back, today he gave me too much I think , but who knows. One well dressed elderly lady who was there yesterday was given, after she finished her meal a big bowl of beans to top and tail.
I came back here, sat quietly knitting a beanie for Wendy's trolley in suva thinking of how lucky I am that John was able to see one of his grandchildren. Neither Rs husband, nor H had that opportunity. I was also thinking of how pleased I am that I went to the Russian church yesterday, which H would have been interested in, while he was still alive, as scientifically ridiculous as that sounds.
This evening I thought it was time to go for a walk along the water, well road above the water where you access all the European style beach places - you pay
to rent a deck chair, sit squashed in next to the person beside you , go to the shop for a drink or food, change in a funny little cabin , not nearly as cute as the ones in Australia. No space between one 'beach' and the next. If you are lucky the 'beach' you have chosen may have a metre of dark grey stuff that is called sand. Mile after mile of these. I would have liked a quiet little bar but instead went a bit higher up and found a bench under a tree with a view out over the water. Luckily, you could not see the 'beaches' below. I had water.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
New mission in San Remo and surrounds
Yesterday , on the train on the way here, I was thinking about what I wanted to do while i am jn san remo and how to arrange my time to make sure i saw what i wanted, knowing that having a rest is the priority.
Yesterday afternoon when I arrived here, I found out that the husband of a good friend ( both who shall be nameless and unidentifiable at this stage so I shall call my friend A, as in A Friend, and her husband, H as in Her Husband) was in a very serious condition in hospital. I spent a lot of the evening trying to think of what I could do and I suddenly thought that I could visit and take photos of and say a prayer in as many of the many, many churches that are in this area as possible. A plan for my time here.
This blog and subsequent ones may become long and boring, but A and or H may like to read it later.
This morning I enjoyed watching the interchange of the locals while I was having my morning coffee. I then went to the large market that operates each morning here. The food is in a large barn like structure and round the barn on all sides are about 4 rows of tents selling bags, shoes, undies, kitchen gadgets, scarfs, jumpers, etc etc. I entered the outer area , wandered off and realised I had not taken note of the shops near where I had come in, all the tall apartment blocks around looked the same. Oops. I worked it out, and then went inside. Rows and rows of lovely local fruit and veg jn the middle, and on the outside wall cheese, meat, bread, etc etc. I wandered around watching the system, . Years ago jn italy it was a big no no to pick up the fruit. Here , now, you get a round bowl, fill it up with what you want, all muddled up, then pass the bowl to the person behind the counter who weighs it and rattles off very quickly the numbers of how much you owe them. Lots of people only buy a few of things, so I didnot feel bad with my 2 peaches, 2 nectarines, few tomatoes, 4 figs, 3 pears ( the lady who sold me the piquant provolone told me I should eat it with pear)
I carried my purchases home and spent the rest of the morning reading about where and what I wanted to go and see I. E.which little villages had interesting churches. I also installed viber so I could talk to another friend, which I did. She is , amongst other things, the relayer of information about A and H, so I shall refer to her as R. It was good to talk to her because I feel very far away.
The proprietor of this apartment recommended a restaurant to me near here, down a laneway. I went there for lunch. After my experience there, I see no reason to eat anywhere else in San Remo. There were 2 rooms, the one I was in had 5 tables of 4 and 5 tables of 2. They had a special menu which I chose from. First off it said 4 types of pasta, then I chose rabbit because, apart from Burton hall when I was at uni, I donot recall ever eating rabbit. Then it must have been cheap . We were told it was chicken but some biology students put together the bones. Anyway, I got there at 12.30 and just got a table. People at many of the other tables knew each other and the proprietor, there was a 2 year old who every one was enjoying, it was someones birthday. I watched what was going on, trying to work out the connections, people seemed to wander into the kitchen to talk to the staff, the food was excellent, but far too much for me. When the rabbit came I was not sure what to do. Luckily about that time I got involved in a conversation, the usual, where was I from , what was I doing in San remo, why there. One guy spoke better English than my Italian, so that was good. So that gave me a breather and then someone said 'stop talking so that the signora can eat her rabbit' . i ate about a third of the rabbit, which was very good, a speciality of this part of Liguria. Asmthey were leaving, veryone said goodbye to every one else, including me, because I was near the door. Fascinating.
I thought I would go for a little walk/climb straight after lunch. I went up some stairs to where there was a church marked on the map. I could not get into it and it was behind a big fence. Ah well. Mission strike 1. On the way back to my apartment there is a mosque marked. I spent a long time looking for it, no luck. Mission strike 2. At least most of that time I was thinking about A, H and their family. I suppose that counts for something.
After an afternoon rest I set off to the piazza where I sat for my spritz yesterday. There was a church there and I had seen people going in and out. Today, however, I read the fine, print on the notice on the gate thing in front of the door. It is closed for renovations. Yesterday's people must have been tradesmen. Mission strike 3. Also marked on the map is a baptistry nearby. It is ther, all closed up. Strike 4. In the same haggled piggledy piazza there is a oratorio where services are being held while the renovation works are going, on. I went over and looked. There was an empty hearse outside and 4 large men loitering in the entrance way. Another time, I thought. Not a yes, but not a strike.
Next I went to the bus depot to get some timetables of buses to other townsmen the region. After that I went into a church I passed. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it. There were 8 side chapels, each with 'candles' to ' light'. I have not noticed before, but in this church you take a candle like object and put it in an empty space on a rack which , when contact is made, lights a globe inside the pretend candle. Not what I was hoping for. Next problem was to chose which chapel would be most appropriate, which was surprisingly difficult because none appealed to me. Mission success 1, sort of.
An interlude of history fromthe Lonely Planet guide book.
San Remo gained prominence as a resort for Europe's social elite, especially British and Russian in the mid to late 19th century when the likes of empress Maria alexandrovna ( mother of Nicholas Ii, the last tsar) held court there. Now a few old hotels survive as luxury resorts but many are past their prime.
There is a Russian Orthodox church in San remo which I walked to next. It was small, with lots of coloured tiles outside. Inside were lots of paintings, either like icons or quite detailed like some of the byzantine pain tings I have seen. It was light and felt good. I sat for a while, feeling sad that I know next to nothing about my Russian grandfather. A huge plus was that they had real candles, so I chose a suitable place for the candle I lit from someone else's candle. I like the symbolism in that action. H would have been interested in the church. Mission success 2.
Home via a different piazza, aperol spritz again, a different ( accidently and hence larger) selection of lanes to return home. A lovely juicy peach and a fig for dinner.
Yesterday afternoon when I arrived here, I found out that the husband of a good friend ( both who shall be nameless and unidentifiable at this stage so I shall call my friend A, as in A Friend, and her husband, H as in Her Husband) was in a very serious condition in hospital. I spent a lot of the evening trying to think of what I could do and I suddenly thought that I could visit and take photos of and say a prayer in as many of the many, many churches that are in this area as possible. A plan for my time here.
This blog and subsequent ones may become long and boring, but A and or H may like to read it later.
This morning I enjoyed watching the interchange of the locals while I was having my morning coffee. I then went to the large market that operates each morning here. The food is in a large barn like structure and round the barn on all sides are about 4 rows of tents selling bags, shoes, undies, kitchen gadgets, scarfs, jumpers, etc etc. I entered the outer area , wandered off and realised I had not taken note of the shops near where I had come in, all the tall apartment blocks around looked the same. Oops. I worked it out, and then went inside. Rows and rows of lovely local fruit and veg jn the middle, and on the outside wall cheese, meat, bread, etc etc. I wandered around watching the system, . Years ago jn italy it was a big no no to pick up the fruit. Here , now, you get a round bowl, fill it up with what you want, all muddled up, then pass the bowl to the person behind the counter who weighs it and rattles off very quickly the numbers of how much you owe them. Lots of people only buy a few of things, so I didnot feel bad with my 2 peaches, 2 nectarines, few tomatoes, 4 figs, 3 pears ( the lady who sold me the piquant provolone told me I should eat it with pear)
I carried my purchases home and spent the rest of the morning reading about where and what I wanted to go and see I. E.which little villages had interesting churches. I also installed viber so I could talk to another friend, which I did. She is , amongst other things, the relayer of information about A and H, so I shall refer to her as R. It was good to talk to her because I feel very far away.
The proprietor of this apartment recommended a restaurant to me near here, down a laneway. I went there for lunch. After my experience there, I see no reason to eat anywhere else in San Remo. There were 2 rooms, the one I was in had 5 tables of 4 and 5 tables of 2. They had a special menu which I chose from. First off it said 4 types of pasta, then I chose rabbit because, apart from Burton hall when I was at uni, I donot recall ever eating rabbit. Then it must have been cheap . We were told it was chicken but some biology students put together the bones. Anyway, I got there at 12.30 and just got a table. People at many of the other tables knew each other and the proprietor, there was a 2 year old who every one was enjoying, it was someones birthday. I watched what was going on, trying to work out the connections, people seemed to wander into the kitchen to talk to the staff, the food was excellent, but far too much for me. When the rabbit came I was not sure what to do. Luckily about that time I got involved in a conversation, the usual, where was I from , what was I doing in San remo, why there. One guy spoke better English than my Italian, so that was good. So that gave me a breather and then someone said 'stop talking so that the signora can eat her rabbit' . i ate about a third of the rabbit, which was very good, a speciality of this part of Liguria. Asmthey were leaving, veryone said goodbye to every one else, including me, because I was near the door. Fascinating.
I thought I would go for a little walk/climb straight after lunch. I went up some stairs to where there was a church marked on the map. I could not get into it and it was behind a big fence. Ah well. Mission strike 1. On the way back to my apartment there is a mosque marked. I spent a long time looking for it, no luck. Mission strike 2. At least most of that time I was thinking about A, H and their family. I suppose that counts for something.
After an afternoon rest I set off to the piazza where I sat for my spritz yesterday. There was a church there and I had seen people going in and out. Today, however, I read the fine, print on the notice on the gate thing in front of the door. It is closed for renovations. Yesterday's people must have been tradesmen. Mission strike 3. Also marked on the map is a baptistry nearby. It is ther, all closed up. Strike 4. In the same haggled piggledy piazza there is a oratorio where services are being held while the renovation works are going, on. I went over and looked. There was an empty hearse outside and 4 large men loitering in the entrance way. Another time, I thought. Not a yes, but not a strike.
Next I went to the bus depot to get some timetables of buses to other townsmen the region. After that I went into a church I passed. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it. There were 8 side chapels, each with 'candles' to ' light'. I have not noticed before, but in this church you take a candle like object and put it in an empty space on a rack which , when contact is made, lights a globe inside the pretend candle. Not what I was hoping for. Next problem was to chose which chapel would be most appropriate, which was surprisingly difficult because none appealed to me. Mission success 1, sort of.
An interlude of history fromthe Lonely Planet guide book.
San Remo gained prominence as a resort for Europe's social elite, especially British and Russian in the mid to late 19th century when the likes of empress Maria alexandrovna ( mother of Nicholas Ii, the last tsar) held court there. Now a few old hotels survive as luxury resorts but many are past their prime.
There is a Russian Orthodox church in San remo which I walked to next. It was small, with lots of coloured tiles outside. Inside were lots of paintings, either like icons or quite detailed like some of the byzantine pain tings I have seen. It was light and felt good. I sat for a while, feeling sad that I know next to nothing about my Russian grandfather. A huge plus was that they had real candles, so I chose a suitable place for the candle I lit from someone else's candle. I like the symbolism in that action. H would have been interested in the church. Mission success 2.
Home via a different piazza, aperol spritz again, a different ( accidently and hence larger) selection of lanes to return home. A lovely juicy peach and a fig for dinner.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Arrived San Remo
Train verona to Milan went ok. Bit squashy with dodgy knee. New security measures at milan railway mean that you can only get onto the platform if you have a ticket. The train layout on the Internet when I booked was not the train that I got on. Still, I had a seat and got here. There were some interesting people to talk to. A family of mother, her father in law and her 3 children aged 12, 9 and 6 shared the same box as me. She was Italian born to an English mother and Italian father. I was sitting next to the 12 year old whose English was quite good, courtesy of his grandmother. I occasionally helped with some of the puzzles he was doing. His mother and father spent their honeymoon in Australia.
As arranged, the proprietor of this apartment met me at the station with her daughter whose English was better than hers. My Italian is better than her English. Anyway, she drove me to the apartment , showed me how things worked, then suggested they walk down with me to the main part of town. As we past the little bar a few buildings away she introduced me to the proprietor and said he made very good coffee. We walked around chatting about all sorts of thing. They told me of their 3 preferred gelato places and some to avoid.
I sorted myself out a bit, then decided I needed to walk back over the streets she had shown me. There are a few main streets but the rest are a tangled Web of laneways, some covered by the buildings either side, laneways that are all steps, little piazzas, bigger piazzas, all cascading down the side of a hill.
First off though I put a load of washing on, well, for me a load is 2 sets of clothing and while that was going I went and had a coffee. Excellent , with very friendly barman.
How is this for a balanced diet : 6 am coffee and croissant at railway, 11.30 3/4 of large focaccia bought at railway station in the morning, 4pm coffee, 5pm gelato (eaten fairly quickly because it is very hot and it was runny and drippy ), 5.40 aperol spritz which came with some chips, and a couple pieces crostini with chopped tomatoes that tasted like tomatoes, 6.30 rest of focacia. Negligible water in the morning, gallons in the afternoon.
Tomorrow I might buy a better map or then again maybe I might not. It would do me good to try and be comfortable not knowing exactly where I am, and there is always maps.me (an excellent offline map, thanks S)
I am feeling almost better. I need to be -there are lots of stairs here.
As arranged, the proprietor of this apartment met me at the station with her daughter whose English was better than hers. My Italian is better than her English. Anyway, she drove me to the apartment , showed me how things worked, then suggested they walk down with me to the main part of town. As we past the little bar a few buildings away she introduced me to the proprietor and said he made very good coffee. We walked around chatting about all sorts of thing. They told me of their 3 preferred gelato places and some to avoid.
I sorted myself out a bit, then decided I needed to walk back over the streets she had shown me. There are a few main streets but the rest are a tangled Web of laneways, some covered by the buildings either side, laneways that are all steps, little piazzas, bigger piazzas, all cascading down the side of a hill.
First off though I put a load of washing on, well, for me a load is 2 sets of clothing and while that was going I went and had a coffee. Excellent , with very friendly barman.
How is this for a balanced diet : 6 am coffee and croissant at railway, 11.30 3/4 of large focaccia bought at railway station in the morning, 4pm coffee, 5pm gelato (eaten fairly quickly because it is very hot and it was runny and drippy ), 5.40 aperol spritz which came with some chips, and a couple pieces crostini with chopped tomatoes that tasted like tomatoes, 6.30 rest of focacia. Negligible water in the morning, gallons in the afternoon.
Tomorrow I might buy a better map or then again maybe I might not. It would do me good to try and be comfortable not knowing exactly where I am, and there is always maps.me (an excellent offline map, thanks S)
I am feeling almost better. I need to be -there are lots of stairs here.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Verona for a night
Noel left Munich this morning to fly home. His flight left at 6 something and he left our hotel at 4am. I slept on, after an initial attempt to go to the station with him, but there were left over people on the street after Saturday night partying, but the subway was empty and I didnot fancy walking back alone. I caught my tain as planned at 7.30. Last year we travelled on lots of trains in the UK and all had luggage racks at the ends of the carriages. Not so on the trains we have travelled on in Germany. They just have quite big racks above the seats. I left Australia with 11.5 kg, collected about a kilo, ditched about 500 (photocopies of info on places) and gave Noel several kilos of my stuff , including winter layers , to take back with him and I was easily able to put my pack up and then watched smugly as numerous young females had no hope of putting their huge cases up themselves.
When I booked my seat I could not work out which were forward facing seats. I hate facing backwards. I got a backwards facing seat. Not only did I feel funny, but the sun shone straight in and it was almost impossible to take photos of the magnificent scenery without reflections.
The train went roughly south from Munich, through Austria, over the Bremmer Pass, South into Italy , through Bolzano to Verona. In Germany, the churches in the little villages have varied spires, some tall and pointy, some with the Eastern like onion dome that several churches in Munich have. In Austria they all seemed to be tall and pointy and red and in Italy there was a mixture again, but the onion domes were squashed.
I walked to my hotel, checked in after a bit of a wait and then set off back to the station to try and change my tickets for tomorrow. I was uneasy about a short connection time in Milano and paid the grand sum of 2.50 euros to change my ticket and thus not to have to worry and then rush. The only other cost is 40 minutes sleep.
The town is full of opera goers (like me 4 years ago) so I opted to have an ordinary dinner in my hotel, rather than wander round on a Sunday evening. Places will be shut or full.
When I booked my seat I could not work out which were forward facing seats. I hate facing backwards. I got a backwards facing seat. Not only did I feel funny, but the sun shone straight in and it was almost impossible to take photos of the magnificent scenery without reflections.
The train went roughly south from Munich, through Austria, over the Bremmer Pass, South into Italy , through Bolzano to Verona. In Germany, the churches in the little villages have varied spires, some tall and pointy, some with the Eastern like onion dome that several churches in Munich have. In Austria they all seemed to be tall and pointy and red and in Italy there was a mixture again, but the onion domes were squashed.
I walked to my hotel, checked in after a bit of a wait and then set off back to the station to try and change my tickets for tomorrow. I was uneasy about a short connection time in Milano and paid the grand sum of 2.50 euros to change my ticket and thus not to have to worry and then rush. The only other cost is 40 minutes sleep.
The town is full of opera goers (like me 4 years ago) so I opted to have an ordinary dinner in my hotel, rather than wander round on a Sunday evening. Places will be shut or full.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Munich day 3
We set off this morning towards the Frauenkirche that I missed yesterday. It was indeed an inspiring church. Finished in 1488, but added to in 1525, it is one of southern Germany biggest Gothic structures. I liked the lightness, lack of too many twiddly bits and in 3 of the side chapels there were some modern thought provoking paintings with a large stained glass window above that matched the colours.
After that we strolled along part of one side of the main shopping street, well, depends how you define 'main'. They were the shops with the most expensive goods. Noel quite fancied a 10,000 euro watch. There were many beautiful overcoats. I can report that the standard uniform for a door-opener is a black suit, with a white shirt , sedate tie and black shoes. Anyone not young, not male, not slim, not short hair need not apply. In a few blocks we counted 14, including a few we could see over the road. I am sure some ducked out of sight when they saw us trying to stroll nonchalantly along as if we belonged in that environment. We saw one with no jacket from a store called Fochmann.
During the morning we saw a nun in a full habit including wimple which reminded me we had seen one a few days ago. However there are quite a few Muslim women in full black with just eyes showing. It has been in the mid 30s in temperature!
We also saw a guide and her tour group of about 14 , mostly older, some young, who were silent. She was mouthing silently the words and signing with her hands. They were all paying attention. I have never seen a group like this before.
We stopped for morning coffee in a small plaza away from the main tourist strip, on our way to the Bavarian National Museum. Just as well we had some cake because we got engrossed in the museum and didnot get lunch till 3 . The museum was astounding and fascinating. It was arranged in rooms historically and blended paintings, sculpture, furniture, clothes, altar pieces etc. Sounds like a big muddle, but we didnot think so. It flowed beautifully. There were hardly any other people, maybe because there was very little English and thus it was not high on the tourist lists.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Munich day 2
The tour director went on strike today, emerging from her hotel only for lunch ( pizza at an Italian restaurant ) and afternoon tea (chocolate cake and coffee at a large cafe/ beer hall in a nearby park). Her history advisor went to the Freuenkirche. This church, in the centre of Munich has twin tall towers and the interior is quite simple in comparison to the other styles of churches in the region. He found it very attractive. He spent a brief time jn the Jewish Museum but struggled with the German labels and the lack of organisation of exhibits.
After lunch he went to the Alto Pinakothek, where saw several great paintings by some European old masters.
After lunch he went to the Alto Pinakothek, where saw several great paintings by some European old masters.
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