When we were in Denmark, I decided to go see Louisiana (not the state), a modern art museum about 45 minutes outside of Copenhagen. I found the train station, purchased tickets and was off. At the third stop, a creepy guy got on and sat across from me. It wasn’t long before he was mumbling under his breath. He tried out various inappropriate words in different languages to see which got a reaction from me.
He also stared and moaned disturbingly at the paper with pictures of Denmark’s new female prime minister, Helle Thorning-Schmidt. She’s an attractive lady, but c’mon it’s the prime minister. Show some respect.
When he realized I knew English, he continued in English. There weren’t empty seats so, I ignored him and kept my nose in my book. Eventually it was too much and I asked him to “please stop doing that and be quiet”. He said “no English, no Danish”. The liar. He knew a plethora of choice English words; I’d just heard them. I was so focused on looking at my book and ignoring him that I missed my stop! Uh-oh.
I got off (so did he by the way – yuck) and tried to figure out what to do. Luckily, there was a 7-11. A 7-11? Yes a 7-11, here they also serve as train stations/ticket agents in smaller towns. A young woman was behind the counter. I explained to her what had happened and was sure to note the words he had said about her newly elected prime minister while leafing through the paper. She got someone to cover for her, took me to the conductor, explained what had happened and got me a free ride to the museum! I couldn’t have been more grateful. Take my word for it, the Danes are nice. Unbelievably nice. When I saw the museum, I was blown away. It was amazing.* *Everyone has his or her “things”. Modern art and Danish design are two of mine. I still think that anyone would be impressed by and enjoy this place. It’s got a beautiful seaside setting, nice cafeteria and thought-provoking art. If you take a guided tour (or can subtly follow one as I did), the guides do a great job of explaining what you are seeing and putting it in context.
“The opera ain’t over ’till the fat lady sings.” Dan Cook (or Yogi Berra, depending on which version of the story you believe)
I grew up in a family of opera fans. We named our pets after characters in operas. As a result, I can’t even remember how young I was when I first heard of La Scala. When we saw the outside, I thought “this is it?” When it was built in 1778, it houses on the then-narrow street made it impossible to admire the façade. My dad never would have forgiven us if we didn’t do the tour, so we did (and picked him up a little something from the gift shop). It was impressive. Note: they want you to purchase the guidebook in the gift shop so very little is labeled in English and almost nothing is put in context for those unfamiliar with opera. Luckily, I’d absorbed enough by osmosis to recognize and understand the significance of some of the more important objects. Opera lovers will be enthralled.
Although they say no pictures, groups of tourists happily snapped away at every available opportunity. I snapped a few for you, although I tried to be discreet about it. I didn’t use a flash and even made him cough to cover up the sound of the shutter clicking. Watch out Boris and Natasha, there’s a new secret agent on the loose. Actually, judging from the quality of the photos, your jobs may be safe.
The interior is amazing. Opulent and elegant, it is everything that such a legendary and prestigious place should be. Charlotte has a nice theater and I “make” him go to the opera every year whether he likes it or not. It’s good for him and the cheap seats aren’t much more than a movie. Although Charlotte’s and many other theaters are larger, La Scala blows them out of the water. Check out the royal box. Can you imagine seeing a show from there? Can you imagine the hijinks that box has seen? Unfortunately, La Scala was bombed during WWII. Highlights of the museum include: The death masks of famous composers like Giuseppe Verdi Franz Lizst’s piano Toscanini‘s baton Verdi’s top hat, portrait, wives’ portraits, and other miscellany that belonged to or depicted the Costumes Ancient musical instruments
Highlights of the museum include:
The death masks of famous composers like Giuseppe Verdi
Franz Lizst’s piano
Verdi’s top hat, portrait, wives’ portraits, and other miscellany that belonged to or depicted the composer
Basel has the only ProtestantCarnival celebration in this part of the world. As a result, they do things a bit differently. Don’t worry, it is still tons of fun. Here are some of the ways in which Basel’s carnival is unique:
The instruments in Basel are mainly fifes/piccolos/flutes and drums. This makes the music reminiscent of military tattoos. Most of the songs sound like they were composed to march to. I even recognized a couple (Dixie and Battle Hymn of the Republic).
Some carnival celebrations are an orgy of drunkenness, license and excess. Basel’s Protestant character and general Swissness means that obnoxious behavior, lewdness and inappropriately revealing attire are unwelcome. Unlike more fleshy and raucous celebrations, imagination, satire, wonder and magic are the order of the day.
The Reformation made efforts to suppress the carnival. During the 16th and 17th centuries, the Catholic church also tried to end it because of its subversive aspects. During this time, celebrations continued in the form of a “feast day”. For this reason, Basel’s carnival is not called Carnival, but instead Fastnacht (which refers to the fast after the feast). Military guilds were involved in these celebrations and influenced today’s celebrations. Doubtless, the marching by numberous organized groups, the fife and drum music and the tattoo-like parading were all influenced by them.
German immigrants brought carnival traditions with them. You see their influence in the lanterns, elaborate parades, floats and marchers displaying large caricature heads (that often lampoon public figures and politicians).
Enormous float-size lanterns satirically depict current topics and public figures. Many of this year’s floats addressed the financial crisis.
Poets and songwriters compose humorous commentary on current affairs, much of which lampoons politicians. They recite them in pubs and play the songs in the street. These are written in the Basel dialect, so that only locals can understand the airing of the city’s dirty laundry.
Tschäggättä are frightening figures that wear furs, giant cowbells around their waists and carved wooden masks. Every inch of the person underneath the costume is covered to prevent their recognition. Tschäggättä walk the streets during Carnival waving large wooden sticks, scaring and/or tossing soot (nowdays confetti) at their unsuspecting victims. An unwritten rule, allows only unmarried men to do this. Go figure. Guys always try to arrange things so that they have all the fun.
It sounds like a rockin’ good time to me, but some may ask why? Tschäggättä stems from a time when winter cut the Lötschental Valley off from the outside world during winter. It was fairly isolated the rest of the year. Like many rural places, the church dominated many aspects of daily life. Local peasants saw the time around Carnival as an opportunity to let off some steam, an expression of anarchy and rebellion. Or, it could come from the heathen tradition of scaring away the spirits of winter.
The legend of Tschäggättä describes them as wild men, thieves from the no longer existing town (but poorer) across the valley that would come to steal. The thieves dressed themselves up in frightening costumes to create fear and aid in their larceny.
Switzerland has four official languages (French, German, Italian and Romansh)that each have their own word for Switzerland. To not favor any one language, the Swiss use the Latin term for Switzerland, Confederatio Helvetica. Problem solved.
Who were the Helvetians? They were a tribe that lived in Switzerland that were beaten by Julius Cesar in 58 B.C. They lived (more or less) in the borders of modern day Switzerland. This isn’t terribly surprising as modern day Switzerland follows natural geographic boundaries (the Rhine, the Rhone, the Alps and the Jura).
You can use almost any kind of meat. Locals do it as a sort of potluck with BYOM (bring your own meat). The meats are a bit more exotic than you find at a typical US barbecue. Common ones include: lamb, steak, chicken, ostrich, gemsbock, springbock and ducks!