I usually limit myself to one photo. However, yesterday we went to Melk Abbey, situated on a hill over the Danube in Austria and I was pretty impressed. I can't begin to explain its history and architecture here, so if you want to learn about this Baroque blockbuster, I suggest you go here: https://bit.ly/3QtPNig .
My Catholic elementary school made us learn Roman numerals. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the year over the gate is 1718. Corrections welcome.
Vienna today.
In America, a river ox bow is an area where a river forms almost a complete loop, not quite cutting off the neck to form an island. There are lots on the lower Mississippi, which are quite striking to view from the air. There is one on the Danube, passing through beautiful scenery of low hills, forest and farmland.
After devouring our sausages in Regensburg Sunday afternoon, we went out to the street to find a large and loud group of young women and their supporters marching through town. The themes were feminism, consent and, to use an American expression, enough of mansplaining. I doubt that Google Translate got all the subtleties, but the orange and green sign means something like "unsolicited advice from strange men," and the black on orange "protection is not a privilege, but a right."
Around the back of the cathedral, there was a smaller group who were apparently supporting the old Iranian monarchy. I think that is the pre-Islamic Revolution flag, and I heard the name Pahlavi mentioned. I wonder what they hoped to accomplish.
Long bus ride yesterday from Prague into Germany, where we stopped at the charming small city of Regensburg. One thing everybody does there is go to this tiny place known in English as The Sausage Kitchen. This is all they got. You get a plate with a few of these things on sauerkraut, sweet mustard on the side and rye rolls. Everyone was warned in advance: there are no options here for vegetarians or gluten-free people. Just old school.
I'm bloody exhausted so maybe I'll add to this on the bus to Germany tomorrow. We passed by the hall where the Prague Symphony plays. Leonard Slatkin, who was music director on the St. Louis Symphony for many years and is now conductor laureate, was conducting the orchestra for two nights immediately before we arrived. The koruna, or crown, is the unit of Czech currency. Plans to join the eurozone are in progress.
We're here, and floored by jet lag. For now, a phone shot just outside our gorgeous art deco hotel. More to come when the brain is functioning.
Mrs. C and I had a terrific anniversary dinner Tuesday night (52, thank you) at the locally renowned restaurant Little Fox in the Fox Park neighborhood. Wow. Looking around, it seemed like the open kitchen's reflection in the front window was a television screen with a cooking show, layered with customers and customers' reflections.
Down to Dallas-Ft. Worth mid-day today, London overnight and Prague tomorrow afternoon. Now I'm worried about whether there is going to be jet fuel in Europe in 12 days to get us home. I guess it would be relatively cheap to be stuck in Budapest but what would would we do with ourselves? Couldn't be many more expensive places to be stuck than London but it would be fun.
Caffe, Italian, or cafe, French? In either event, no baristas were on duty. The caption comes from a family travel memory. We were all in Milan in August, Euro vacation season. The tourist office gave us a list of restaurants that were supposed to be open. None of them were, that we could find. We ended up eating at the cafeteria in a department store, which was actually pretty good. It was in Italy.
For locals, this is on Gravois, just southwest of the Bevo Mill. I may be off line for a couple of days, unless I can find something interesting at Dallas-Ft. Worth or Heathrow.
Post-performance ovation at Sunday's concert by the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra. We have a first class orchestra and music director Stéphane Denève led a searing interpretation of Gustav Mahler's Fifth Symphony. I wonder - do conductors ever use hearing protection? My Apple Watch was setting off high decibel warnings up in the balcony.
The lumbar steroid injection went well this morning. Some improvement Monday afternoon but it takes longer to fully kick in.
And it's supposed to be a gorgeous weekend in Prague.
The name on the building may sound odd to out-of-towners. Nothing to do with keeping meat and dairy separate. When I arrived here for college in the late 60s, there was Barnes Hospital and Jewish Hospital facing Forest Park, both affiliated with the Washington University School of Medicine just behind them. In time they all got sucked into a single entity, including several suburban hospitals. What we see here is only a small part of today's complex, which goes back and to the left for several blocks. One of the buildings is the self-consciously named Center for Advanced Medicine. That's where the big guy in pain management is giving me caudal lumbar steroid injections this morning. 🤞
Or a pointed, understated joke. The old building on Gravois Avenue looks like it has been thoroughly rehabbed. The ground floor looks like it was a storefront, with an apartment upstairs. Not open for business now. I searched for Bang's Ice Cream and came up with nothing, although there appears to be a product called Bang!! Caffeinated Ice Cream. And "DRUGS"? While editing the photo I noticed what may be a mural on the right side. I'll go back for another look when I can walk better. The lumbar steroid injections are tomorrow morning.
Another bright facade from my drive up Gravois Avenue on a cloudless day. I don't know anything about the old Lemmons Restaurant other than passing it by. Never ate there. It was taken over at some time by people from our sizeable Bosnian population, but that didn't last, either. I'm glad the current owners kept the ghost sign and antique neon fixture,
Another eye-catching business on Gravois (pronounced GRAH-voiz in local dialect) Avenue on the south side of the city. Things are looking up cince I got a call late yesterday from my pain management doctor, who is the big cheese at Washington University. Everyone in the U.S. knows that health care authorization and billing are absurd and aggravating. Tiny differences in wording and coding got in the way of my nerve root ablation, so I'll get a caudal steroid injection on Monday. My lumbar spine is essentially made of recycled balsa wood but this will keep me going for a while.
Ah, comfort food from my young days, although I don't remember gyros and chicken wings being popular in my neighborhood in Queens. However, NY style pizza or a thick burger and fries bring back warm feelings. What isn't comfortable is that the hospital contacted me yesterday and canceled my lumbar nerve root ablation that was scheduled for today. They didn't get Medicare payment authorization in time and I'm really upset they didn't get this done earlier. We leave for Europe a week from today and I'm not sure I can make it without the procedure. Waiting for their response.
Seen at the other end of Tower Grove Park from yesterday's picture. Keats would not have liked my poor joke, but it's what popped into my head. My head should be clearer in a couple of days after I get my lumbar spine blasted on Thursday.
Explosions of tulips in Tower Grove Park. Although it is a city park, there is a private foundation that supports and helps maintain it. Today's background music: https://youtu.be/c3Ywo8Tsyys?si=ckDPPi_brJnDHdff
There is a crook in the downspout of our house that sometimes attracts nesting birds. It's a bit precarious but squirrels can't get to it. Some years no one shows up. We have had robins a couple of times. This year we have not seen the usual cardinals and robins but there are lots of doves. A pair has set up housekeeping in this spot and we are waiting to see some little peepy heads.
But here, in suburban St. Louis, the Easter Bunny tools around in a Ford Mustang convertible. I wonder how many eggs fir in the small trunk.
We spent a lot of time on the road Tuesday driving north from the Costa Rican border into Nicaragua. This is the southern town of Rivas. Some general impressions: Nicaragua is notably poorer than CR. The houses are mostly smaller and in rough shape. The cars are older and more beat up, and there are fewer of them. Lots of horse-drawn carts. In more populous areas, there are many autorickshaws, like you see in parts of Asia. Busses and some trucks are as festively painted and religiously decorated as in India. Few if any modern strip centers that are now common in CR. Many fewer supermarkets; our guide said they are too expensive and people prefer to buy from local roadside vendors. Flags are everywhere, with more of Daniel Ortega's Sandinista National Liberation Front than the national flag.
The day was exhausting and we took yesterday off. More of this to come.
. . . that we watch spider monkeys on a volcanic island in Lake Nicaragua, eating fruit provided by tourists during a boat ride. As I mentioned, this is a big lake (19th largest in the world), with volcanoes in and around it. Some big blow sent huge chunks of black rock through the air, creating a group of islands in the northwest corner. This pair of monkeys were settled here, we were told, for rehab purposes.
Late post today. The tour company picked us up at 4 AM and got us back at 9 PM. Now a slow day.
According to Merriam-Webster:
Fascism : a populist political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual, that is associated with a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, and that is characterized by severe economic and social regimentation and by forcible suppression of opposition
Sound about right? Again, from the No Kings rally. Don't know what I'll do over the Easter weekend since my mobility isn't very good.
Catholic Worker is a long-established left wing Catholic organization based in New York City. When I was in high school and had the run of the city by subway I think I ended up at some event there. A contingent of them was at No Kings Saturday, with this man calling out "Free burritos! Don't march hungry!" They gave a neatly foil wrapped snack to anyone in need. I guess that was part of their point.
I didn't listen to the president's speech last night - I wanted to get some decent sleep. Everything I needed to know was on the news this morning. Here's something that struck me. Although the U.S. and Israel started the war and Iran's closing the Straight of Hormuz was an obvious consequence, Trump thinks it's the rest of the world's problem to reopen it. Not ours. We spilled all the candy but somebody else has to pick it up.
