Jun. 30th, 2012


Jun. 30th, 2012 12:12 am
abouthalfthree: "Those who throw objects to the crocodiles will be asked to retrieve them." (Objects from Crocodiles)
Tonight I climbed up to the top of the Martin Luther church. It's not very tall, I went up the Frauenkirche yesterday. But the Martin Luther church is a little local church, and it was night. Coming down is much worse than going up. The spiral staircase is inside one corner of the bell tower bit, so going down, you have a clear view of the cars in the carpark outside the church, but you can't see what you'e walking on very well. It's like over nothing.

Brilliant view up there. And it was lovely weather for it. It's hot and humid at the moment, so being up there was better than being almost anywhere else. The icecream place was open on the way back to the hostel, though, so I got to have an icecream.

I spent several hours in the art museum today. Excellent collection. They've got some fantastic stuff.

Yesterday I wandered around for a while and went to a fantastic exhibition at the Lemon Press. A retrospective of Xu Jiang, whose a contemporary Chinese artists. Fantastic.

Then I went out on this tour of the local area lead by this great guy who told us about the church tower being open on Friday nights. Much fun and drinking and interesting things to see. Then we went on successful a 2am hunt for kebabs.

I got to see all the art Weimar as well, including Goethe's house, which is interesting. Good, too, becaue you do get to wander through all of it. He had some strange stuff. (I forgot to say, one of the things in the Wellcome Collection in London is a French revolutionary guillotine!) The New Museum also had an exhibition of the students of the Bauhaus University in Weimar.

I'm considering going to one of the castles tomorrow. Before I go to bed, I'm taking my doona out of its cover and just sleeping under the cover.

The city of Sophronia is made up of two half-cities. In one there is the great roller coaster with its steep humps, the carousel with its chain spokes, the Ferris wheel of spinning cages, the death-ride with crouching motorcyclists, the big top with the clump of trapezes hanging in the middle. The other half-city is of stone and marble and cement, with the bank, the factories, the palaces, the slaughterhouse, the school, and all the rest. One of the half-cities is permanent, the other is temporary, and when the period of its sojourn is over, they uproot it, dismantle it, and take it off, transplanting it to the vacant lots of another half-city.

~ Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino