Skip to main content

Prado and Prejudice

I had real qualms about The Prado.

Not a fan of Goya or Velazquez. Knew the place was very Spanish-centric. But seriously, can you come to Madrid and not go to the Prado?

So we went. And it was as expected. Room after room after room of religious themed paintings, even those by Italians and Germans and Flemish artists, innocents being slaughtered, Sabine women being raped, heads on platters, the Passion, the Pity, and the ever present virgin with one tit showing.

The only memorable exception was the Bosch. Yes, the Garden of Earthly Delights was there is all its acid tryptich-ness. Just what was he on? 

So we made our way over to the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum. Seems a Hungarian baron married Miss Spain 1961 and their collection plus the government's purchases of hundreds more works resulted in a fine museum. Very eclectic and some B list artists, but also a chance to discover things and revel in some great pieces.

Anyplace with Rembrandt, Hopper and Wyeth is A-OK with me. 


Popular posts from this blog

Well - this is a fine start.

This is a Google blog. I’ve been posting thru an app on my iPad. The app hasn’t been updated for the new OS so I simply log on. So far so good, but I discover I cannot access my photos. It tells me to get the Google+ app. Then I’m told I have to get Google photo and give them access to all of my pics if I want photos in my blog.
The war between the operating systems steps to a new level. But I’ve no loyalty. Got a Windows laptop and and iPad and I use Google products on both.
All watched over by machines of loving grace.
And now to the actual topic of this blog - travel. In eight hours we will board the 777 and hope to sleep on the way to Heathrow.

Good Cooks, Last Looks

There are always photos that don't seem to fit thematicly into any other post, yet they cry out for further viewing.
We begin with our last meal in Finalnd and end with the only photo of the four of us - me and Mark, sister Sandi and brother in law Richard. 


The apartment we rented in Helsinki appeared to be next to a huge park that led to the water. When we walked over to see it, we discover it was a cemetery, an enormous cemetery. It was well cared for, with beautiful huge trees and some unique tombstones, thus most of this post will be photos.

There is a much copper in Finland. One sees it in roofs and decorative objects, but this is my first copper grave marker. Or polished stainless steel.

Many were somewhat more conventional, but works of art all the same.

A musician lies here.

There were a fair number of rocks.

And sometime in the late 1800s, stones like these began to become popular and then common; chunks of granite with only one polished surface. Whether it was done out of frugality or fashion I cannot say. 

 Seventeen years ago, we remodeled our kitchen and chose for the counter tops a common granite called Baltic Brown. I was in Helsinki for days before I realized my countertops were everywhere. That granite was used for cobblestone…