Just call me Lumpy!
May. 31st, 2002 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddSo, I hear I missed my love making a fool out of himself at a bar? I trust there will be be a repeat of this after my return!
For those of you who want to know why they should call me Lumpy, it's because two days ago, I developped some mysterious lumps on the right side of my forehead. That's right, only on one side. They're mostly gone now, but I still have no idea what they were. Too much sun? The altitude? *shrugs*
I spent three and a half hours absorbing Kultur, this morning, at the Kunsthistorisches Museum. Quite a large place, and the building itself is just as impressive of the works of art it houses. Though I alway find it a shame, these huge palaces with beautiful ceilings that are too damn high for you to fully appreciate the decorations.
The Greek, Roman, Medieval and 18th Century-onwards galleries seemed to be closed, but the rest was quite enough. Their Egyptian collection is quite good, and a whole floor is devoted to Renaissance and Baroque painting, one wing Italian and the other Dutch, Flemish, German and a few English paintings. There are at least two whole rooms devoted to Reubens, and viewing them helped me come to the conclusion that I don't like his style all that much. It's not the fact that his figures are fleshy, it's the skin tones; they're just too varied, making his skin look not quite like skin. Also, his cherubs and baby Jesuses are way too saggy. Babies are supposed to be firm!
I sat for a while in front of Breuggels's "Hunters in Winter" or whatever the name of it is, feeling as though I were at home in my own living room, only our ceiling isn't quite so ostentatious. I saw two paintings titled "Noli me tangere" and one of Salome holding up John the Baptist's head with the most self-satisfied smirk I've ever seen.
Looking through the museum gift shop was torture. I simply couldn't spare the room in my bag for several things I would have liked to buy.
I spent most of the afternoon napping, and I didn't feel all that well. I'm in a different room tonight, but I got to set up all my things as I won't have to move again tomorrow.
I bought a bottle of sunscreen! At least, I hope it's sunscreen. It might be self-tanning lotion or something, and I wouldn't know because the label is solely in German! Though even self-tanning lotion would be better than the slimy, strange-smelling stuff I brought with me.
As for the people here, they're very nice and friendly. Certainly they smile more than the French, and they seem more relaxed. Austria seems to be a clean, orderly place. The area around my hostel is slightly "alternative", filled with sushi bars, Indian, Chinsese and Italian restaurants, and stores selling New-Age books and incense and things like that. Very nice to stroll around in, and it's just west of the Innere Stadt, so everything's within walking distance.
For those of you who want to know why they should call me Lumpy, it's because two days ago, I developped some mysterious lumps on the right side of my forehead. That's right, only on one side. They're mostly gone now, but I still have no idea what they were. Too much sun? The altitude? *shrugs*
I spent three and a half hours absorbing Kultur, this morning, at the Kunsthistorisches Museum. Quite a large place, and the building itself is just as impressive of the works of art it houses. Though I alway find it a shame, these huge palaces with beautiful ceilings that are too damn high for you to fully appreciate the decorations.
The Greek, Roman, Medieval and 18th Century-onwards galleries seemed to be closed, but the rest was quite enough. Their Egyptian collection is quite good, and a whole floor is devoted to Renaissance and Baroque painting, one wing Italian and the other Dutch, Flemish, German and a few English paintings. There are at least two whole rooms devoted to Reubens, and viewing them helped me come to the conclusion that I don't like his style all that much. It's not the fact that his figures are fleshy, it's the skin tones; they're just too varied, making his skin look not quite like skin. Also, his cherubs and baby Jesuses are way too saggy. Babies are supposed to be firm!
I sat for a while in front of Breuggels's "Hunters in Winter" or whatever the name of it is, feeling as though I were at home in my own living room, only our ceiling isn't quite so ostentatious. I saw two paintings titled "Noli me tangere" and one of Salome holding up John the Baptist's head with the most self-satisfied smirk I've ever seen.
Looking through the museum gift shop was torture. I simply couldn't spare the room in my bag for several things I would have liked to buy.
I spent most of the afternoon napping, and I didn't feel all that well. I'm in a different room tonight, but I got to set up all my things as I won't have to move again tomorrow.
I bought a bottle of sunscreen! At least, I hope it's sunscreen. It might be self-tanning lotion or something, and I wouldn't know because the label is solely in German! Though even self-tanning lotion would be better than the slimy, strange-smelling stuff I brought with me.
As for the people here, they're very nice and friendly. Certainly they smile more than the French, and they seem more relaxed. Austria seems to be a clean, orderly place. The area around my hostel is slightly "alternative", filled with sushi bars, Indian, Chinsese and Italian restaurants, and stores selling New-Age books and incense and things like that. Very nice to stroll around in, and it's just west of the Innere Stadt, so everything's within walking distance.
Stanley est pénible
Date: 2002-05-31 02:10 pm (UTC)Coïncidence amusante, ton père se demandait hier soir si tu allais voir le Brügel que nous avons dans le salon au musée où tu es allée. Tu nous diras si le vrai et vraiment plus beau.
Ici il a plu beaucoup aujourd'hui. Les lilas sont gorgés de pluie et leur couleur est lumineuse. J'ai reçu une bonne bouteille de Pinot de Charente en cadeau. Nous allons essayer d'en garder une goutte ou deux pour toi à ton retour.
Autre détail amusant: ton ancêtre Michel Fernet (oui, Fernet, pas Frenet) était sabotier. Quelqu'un m'a fait la remarque que peut-être il faisait de bois de frêne. Probablement.
Becs. Becs.
Mamansan.
P.S. Je viens de me relire. Je mérite la médaille d'or du coq-à-l'âne. Ne penses-tu pas?
Re: Stanley est pénible
Je voulais juste te dire que Neuville c'est tres pres de St-Marc-des-carrieres (ou mes grand-parents habitent) qui est aussi dans le compte de Portneuf. Il y a d'ailleurs des Frenette a St-Marc.