Sunday, July 5, 2015

Day 6

Time and space is getting so mixed up that I don't know which tense to write in anymore. It's the evening of day seven and I'm writing about day six which was yesterday but not according to the clock on my laptop which is the same as the time the blog posts under. It's still on home time. I'm just going to write in the first tense and go with that. If you need a date, let me know.

We toured the Bishop's Residenz Palace in Wurzburg. Photographs were not allowed inside the palace so I only have outside ones. The guide reads one of Germany's largest and most ornate palaces. Yes. For that read right over the top. There are paintings, stucco figures, impressive pillars, a mirrored room, and real gold gilt everywhere. This is not at all my style. I can't imagine how anyone could breath in that space but it's definitely impressive... and huge... over 300 rooms... and I'm getting a real education in the mix of church and state, power and wealth. It helps me understand some views of religion from an entirely different perspective.

Above is part of the garden. It's round with walkways like the spokes of a wheel that all meet at the fountain in the center. Under each of the pointed trees is a different statue tucked away. At first I thought they were carved from the trunks but then I realized they were beside the trunk and not wood.

Again, I found myself attracted to the simpler, cleaner lines. That's the interesting thing about finding our style. It will be consistent across many areas of life. For me clean lines, defined shapes, simplicity, focal points, and resting places are very important.

The brickwork is fascinating. There are cobblestones everywhere although they don't follow any kind of similar pattern. The cobblestone in one town will vary from another as will the brick buildings. The bridge above is called the Lions Bridge. It has two lions at one end that face the residenz. They are called the Catholic Lions. There are also two lions at the other end that face away from the residenz. They are called the Lutheran lions. It's hard to imagine that something like this bridge could be so old and solid and lasting when we have much younger concrete infrastructure that is falling apart. I see many ways of thinking and working and being creative that have been lost in our "advanced" society.

This particular piece of cobblestone intrigued me. It was near the exit from the residenze and looked like a patch. There were two others similar to it but I couldn't determine a pattern for why they were there. The different sizes of bricks are fun though. Played out in color and texture, it could make an excellent abstract wall piece.

I wore my very lightweight jeans with a black RTW cotton top and came back to the ship entirely soaked from sweating in the heat. I had a shower and dressed in something much cooler for dinner. Later that night, this was the view from our balcony just as the light was fading away. A beautiful time of night but right now, not much cooler.

Talk soon - Myrna

Grateful - air conditioning

1 comment:

  1. We saw cobblestones like the small ones in the "patch" in your pictures when we were in Holland. They call them "kinderkopjes" which means "children's heads"!


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