In the Ability to Ramble.
Amazing, some of the museums I visited, or learned about, are from times that I witnessed. Oh, carriages! That recalls me when I walked near Versailles once, and heard the voice of Madame Pompadour where she said, “Apres moi le deluge”. It made me think then that we must start a revolution.
Some things are not beautiful as there are women with long hair like to cut in the front and it makes them look ridiculous by that village touch. Some things are beautiful as Dennis Rodman in a wedding dress. In any case, I am frustrated that I can’t visit Hamburger Kunsthalle because it is not free and the museum is politically correct. I wished to look at the Impressionist painters. Some paintings are variations of the series, but my favorite artist among them is a genius in that. Aside them, I dreamed of seeing Wanderer above the Sea of Fog. Phryne before the Areopagus was another work to which I was wishful. The museum’s website already displeased me with white and black women on the main page. Searching their pages was finding out a Black Lives Matter exhibition. One recent event was a celebration of pride month where families were invited, and somewhere on the site was a show that called on 4-year old kids to see a drag queen. The site congratulated with that period, though they should be informed that not everyone relates to these groups.
Broadway Tower is spellbinding architecture if look at its outside design. I would love to live there. Alas, the interior design turned out to be too modern, so it caused me not to include for visiting. I do not think this sofa is from the XVIIth century.
When I stopped in Germany in 2005, it was in a place called Weibwasser. A little town, which has a museum of glass. It fascinated me by seeing its tools and a video how the items manufacture. I was amazed by what can be made from the glass! Some curiosity was to the local railway where I rode in an open miniature wagon. I didn’t speak German, while you couldn’t meet anyone in the province who speaks English, but I always felt nice in interactions of all people there.
It is known that two things shouldn’t exist: rose wine and a state for Arabs on Israeli land. Maybe I exaggerated about the former, because there are some lovers of it. But I find horrid that some automobile museums dare to ruin the initial look of cars. Sometimes it saddens me because there are models that are unique, and I don’t remember that I saw them ever before. But they’ve been damaged. Nemetz Auto Museum did the overbright painting of everything. You doubt whether any detail of a car is authentic. Auto-Moto Museum Koprivnice is corrupted by that coloring and the presence of dummies that cover the view. Veteran Car Museum in Znojmo took with dummies to preposterous level; they are everywhere. And that’s along with unnatural garish palette included. All these museums use paints that couldn’t be in those times.
Lately, I had a dream in which I thought I was falling, but I was flying when I moved around the tower (probably it was with the name Broadway) and continued the way forward. I believed in one, but happened the other. It seemed was about me. Everything is lovely. I finally found out the meaning of “the cold light of day”, which is an idiom that I’ve never heard before. The strange combination of words, but I found the explanation. I could pour myself a whiskey.
