Trying to catch up.

So, the semester wrapped up on June 3^rd with the end of our Projet Village jury.  I had a few tiny papers to finish for Ron, but otherwise, I just had to worry about packing.  God… what a freaking fiasco that was.  So that I wouldn’t have to carry all of my stuff with me as I travel, I decided to send a few big boxes home.  They were mostly filled with papers and winter clothes, but somehow they cost me 250 euros.  The whole thing was really an awful ordeal that was only made worse by the troubles I had with my credit card.  Five days before, my normal bankcard had expired so I had to use my credit card, but they didn’t want to approve the charge and I had to call them to tell that that it wasn’t fraud.  I spent two hours at the post office trying to sort through all that, but then I had to run to the bank and, worrying that I wouldn’t figure things out before my noon train, I had to stop at the train station to change my ticket to Strasbourg.  It was pretty shitty, but it’s over now.  Thank god.

 

Since then, I’ve been traveling with my aunt, Connie, for about three weeks.  I met up with her in Frankfurt where we spent a few days, and then we set off for Heidelberg to see the castle.  We also stopped in the University of Heidelberg’s Student Prison which was pretty cool.  The university used to send students to the prison during the 18^th-19^th century for minor offenses relating to ungentlemanly behavior.  It was regarded as a right of passage, really, and to pass the time while they were “behind bars” they wrote songs and poetry on the walls and filled the spaces with silhouettes and pictures.  It was really interesting to see.  Something like 19^th century graffiti, the images were really a testament to a humanity since past.  I enjoyed it a lot. 

 

After Heidelberg, we went to Munich for a few days and bore witness to the lovely glockenspiel, visited numerous churches, saw several public squares (called platz) and overdosed on art at the pinakoteck museums.  It was astonishing to find so many famous painting there!  I saw lots of canvases that I have studied before and it was really cool to be able to view them in person. 

 

From Munich we went off to Venice for four days.  The train was about six hours, but I passed the time knitting and talking with Connie.  Even though I’m pretty close to my aunt, there are lots of things that I would like know about her and her past.  One day she told me her and her late husband’s love story, and it was nice to see a glimmer of the person she used to be.  Everyone has a story and I want to hear as many as I can.

 

Connie and I bought vaperetto (water bus) passes for three days and took full advantage of them.  We went all over the place and explored the islands pretty well.  We saw exemplar works by amazing Venetian artists like Tinteretto, Titian, and Veronese.  The Galleria dell’Accademia in Venice is really lovely, and I enjoyed exploring its depths.  We also visited the Peggy Guggenheim collection of contemporary art which was pretty cool.  I saw lots of artists that I had studied in Art History 201 and was surprised but excited to see three Joseph Cornell boxes.  For some reason, Joseph Cornell’s work really speaks to me.  It’s very sensitive and looks like something I would make if I were a real artist.

 

The day we left Venice, I insisted that we stop over in Padua to see Giotto’s frescos in the Scrovegni Chapel.  Before coming to Italy, I knew that the ‘Arena Chapel’ as it is called was a must-see.  I’ve studied this work in almost every art history class I’ve ever taken, and I have long admired the life of Mary cycle through reproduction, so I really wanted to see it.  Built and decorated between 1303 and 1305, the chapel was built by Enrico Scrovegni as a way of ensuring his place in Paradise.  He was pretty worried about going to hell, you see, since his entire family was involved in banking, and banking, according to the Catholics, is a sin called usury.  Dante even portrayed Enrico’s father in hell in the Inferno, so it was a pretty big deal for him.  The Chapel is really fundamental in the art history- it’s a keystone work as Professor David would say because it shows an interest and movement towards naturalism, monumentality, real psychological depth and emotion.  Giotto was a master painter and he was really important in the Early Renaissance.  Anyway, I don’t think I can really concisely discuss how amazing it was to see the chapel, nor can I describe the panels, but you should look it up. 

 

Soon, it was time to head off to Bologna, where we spent two days exploring (as always) art galleries and churches.  Neither of us knew much about the area, but we made the most of our stay there and enjoyed it pretty well.  I think the cool thing about the city were all the porticos.  Pretty much all the walkways had lovely arcades and all the buildings were warm, rich colors.  It was really my first experience staying in a medieval city and I enjoyed seeing the mélange between new and old. 

 

From there, we went to Florence for four days, and then spent one day in Siena before moving on to Rome (which is where I am now).  Florence had been living in my dreams ever since taking Ben David’s early Renaissance art history course, so I really wanted to see all the things that I had studied.  There was really too much to see in such a short period of time.  There is so much intriguing history and breath-taking art in Florence, and I wish we had spent more time there.  Of course we saw the Uffizi and the Galleria dell’Accademie (which houses Michelangelo’s David), but we also saw tons of churches!  I was really happy to see the Massacio’s Trinity and the Brancacci chapel (which Massacio and Masolino decorated together), Giotto’s contributions to the chapel in Santa Croce, and all the amazing works in San Lorenzo.  Basically, Florence was art overload. 

 

We only stayed very briefly in Siena because it is a small city and the only affordable lodging was far from the city center.  We got to see Duccio’s Maesta and the Duomo which was neat, but unfortunately there wasn’t much time for other things. 

 

Now, I am writing to you from Rome.  We’ve been here for three days and have seen the Vatican (which is intense!) and some art museums.  We went to the Trevi Fountain and the Borghese Gallery today as well as some churches, and I think we’ll try to climb the dome of St. Peter’s Basilica tomorrow.  We climbed Brunelleschi’s Duomo in Florence which was 463 steps, and St. Peter’s is apparently only 350, so it shouldn’t be too bad.  I’ve been in the mood to climb monuments lately, so I’m going to try to do that whenever possible.  Look out Eiffel Tower, you’re next.

 

Anyway, I’m tired of writing this, and I’m sure you are really tired of reading this (sorry I’m so boring.  I’ll be amazed if anyone even reads to this point) so I’m going to stop now.  I hope you are all well!  Only 18 days until I can come home!  I’m so excited!  I’m enjoying traveling, but being away from my family for six months has been harder than expected, especially considering all the twists and turns this semester has brought.  It will be nice to be back in the States, even if I can’t really go home.  Ah life.

On my mind

Right now, I'm taking a break from my Projet Village.  I've written eleven pages and I think I'll be done soon, but man, I don't feel like returning to it just yet...  writing so much in French is really exhausting.  

I don't post enough here, and I think part of it is because I feel the need to write a lot about what I'm doing.   Maybe it's okay to just post how I feel in short little bursts...

Today, I had the realization that I'm leaving Nancy soon...  Two weeks and four days.  I haven't loved my time here, but I don't quite want to leave yet.  It's a strange paradox- having spent months wishing to be home, only to find that, as the time approaches to go home, I want to stay.

Also, I feel horribly ordinary today, and I don't really like that feeling.  There is nothing wrong with ordinary, I just wish I were something special.  

Here's a picture of what's on my mind:

That, my friends, is the oldest vitrail in France. 

Bloggy

So, just in case you were not aware, I also contribute to a blog with my dear friend, Lys.  

She's funny, so you should read it.  

www.lettersfromthecornersoftheworld.blogspot.com

Huzzah!

Suite

Ok... last one for now, I promise.

Continued...

More random stories...

Where did the time go...?

Sorry about my failure as a blogger...  I'll try to make up for it.

More to come...

Vacation Saga- Metz

Wednesday, February 18th rolled ‘round to find Rebecca and I on our way to Metz! The half hour train ride terminated at a beautiful old train station that was both vast and lovely. While Metz isn’t much further North than Nancy, I was freezing as we got ourselves a map and headed out to explore the city. We decided to head in the direction of the cathedral, which we had heard was gigantic. Because the cathedral is located on the opposite side of the city, we saw a good deal, and got a feel for things as we wandered north. Metz is smaller than Nancy, but it still felt pretty urban. I suppose most European cities are like that, though. Because of their age, most cities are filled to capacity with apartment buildings and shops, not to mention the smattering of old churches, museums, open squares and various war monuments.


On our way to the cathedral, we stopped at the Eglise St. Martin, which was small and rather somber. We were the only ones there so it was perfectly quite. It gave off this sort of pervasive stillness that I found very calming. I’m not religious by any means, but I can understand how churches and cathedrals like these evoked such strong spirituality- they are stunning in their ingenuity and beauty. The church was built in the Romanesque style, so it wasn’t gaudy at all- the stone was dark grey and the few stained glass windows emitted very little light. It was rather austere, but beautiful nonetheless. We left St. Martin in search of the Cathedral and slowly meandered through Metz’s narrow streets. We stumbled upon the Eglise Notre-Dame, which was closed, but had a lovely, warm, yellow façade. I can’t really place the style, but I thought it was great.

We were idly walking across a square when, suddenly, the looming cathedral came into view. The cathedral certainly lived up to the rumors we had heard- it was huge! I suppose if you were to compare it to Notre Dame de Paris, la Cathédrale Sainte-Etienne de Metz probably isn’t that huge, but with my uneducated perspective, I found it very impressive. The interior was stunning, and it was only when standing in the nave that I really felt the overwhelming height of the ceilings. This cathedral is renowned for it’s stained glass windows, which date from various centuries across the structure’s history. The earliest were completed at the time of the cathedral’s construction while others are as recent as the 1950’s. Apparently St.-Etienne has more square meters of stained glass than any other church in France, which didn’t surprise me as I walked around the gently illuminated cathedral. The windows were really amazing, and I was particularly mesmerized by the more recent ones (done by Marc Chagall in the 1950s). I had seen Chagall’s paintings, which are vibrantly colored and emotionally evocative in their own right, but I had never seen the work he did in other media. The luminosity makes the gentle figures come to life- it’s breath-taking. I don’t think my feeble descriptions can do them justice, so you’ll just have to see for yourself. There was also a gorgeous set of windows done by Jacques Villon that flooded the chapel with the most brilliant warm light. Ah- it was amazing.

After a while, we left the cathedral and headed north to see what was exciting on the city’s îles. Metz is split on the west side by the river Moselle, and so there are several little islands that are accessible by fun little bridges. We walked across a bridge and found ourselves on this little island that housed the “Le Temple Neuf.” I really don’t know much about the structure, but I thought it was adorable! Architecturally speaking, it wasn’t particularly striking, but the doors and gates were purple, which I thought was exciting. Also, the temple is located on the furthest end of the little island, so the garden comes to a point with a great view. It was closed too, so we just sort of wandered around and I admired the swans in the river.

We wandered further north still, accessing another little island that housed a really beautiful (and closed) church called St. Vincent. Once we’d seen our fill of the façade we walked a little ways to the remains of the Temple Evangélique de la Garnison. It was once a protestant church, first erected and used during the German annexation. Sadly, the only thing that remains is the tower- the rest was destroyed by a fire during the Second World War. Before seeking out some sustenance, we saw the Pont-des-Morts. It’s name – Bridge of the Dead- apparently derives from the Middle Ages when criminals condemned to death were thrown into the river to drown. The government financed the construction of this bridge from the sale of the deceased’s best article of clothing. (Weird, huh?)

We got some lunch at a Kebab place (which are really prevalent in France!) and then decided to look for the synagogue. Rebecca is interested in studying Judaism in Lorraine for Project Village, hence our interest in synagogues. It wasn’t too far, but when we arrived, we were disappointed to find that it too was closed (and barricaded, even). There were temporary fences around the entrance, and it looked totally vacant. Having visited the Lunéville, Nancy and Metz synagogues only to find them locked, poor Rebecca has started to wonder if Lorraine even has a Jewish population anymore. Hopefully the mystery will be solved soon enough.


We continued on, pausing at the Eglise St. Segolène before heading over to the Musée de la Cour d’Or. We didn’t know much about the museum, but we had nothing else to do, and so we figured why not educate ourselves a bit. The cashier had warned us that the museum spanned 3 km and 5 stories, and before entering he advised us to ask a guard should we become lost. We shrugged off the advice and entered the belly of the beast, unsuspecting of what was to come…

Well, it really isn’t that dramatic- we just got lost… horribly…for over an hour. The exhibitions progressed logically enough - Neolithic funneling into the Bronze Age or what have you. There were even signs pointing in the direction of the “sense de la visite.” Soon enough, though, there were two signs—two arrows in two different directions. Turns out we chose the wrong one. Somehow, we got off track after pre-Christian funerary tombs, and ended up in courtyard full of middle age religious sculpture. We decided to go back the way we came, and ended up going through the ceramic wares, scurrying past early housing and church construction, only to end up in the religious sculpture court again! This place was a frickin labyrinth! We had passed through centuries and centuries, only to end up in the Bronze Age again- it was like being lost in time. Even though we knew we had to go upstairs eventually, all the passages kept leading downward, and after a while I thought we’d never find our way out. I could just see it-- years later someone would find us, but it would be too late. Our bones would be just have to be put on display with the other 5th century skeletons we’d passed four times that day… Luckily, that was not the case. It was rather comical, and after a while we found our way upstairs and into the seventeenth century, and then into the art portion of the museum. Their collection wasn’t too vast, but I was impressed by the caliber of the paintings. I thought it was all pretty beautiful, but then again, you’re talking to an art history major, so I’m not the most objective source.

By the time we had resurfaced, it was late afternoon, and we decided to wander back in the direction of the Gare. We were looking for some historically significant building on the way to the Gare, when I noticed a store called “La Petite Russe” – or Little Russia. And with that, our search for the random building was forgotten. Rebecca spent last semester studying in Vladivostok in eastern Russia, so of course we went in. She was really excited, and it was neat to see all the interesting foods and various products. There were lots of sweets, but also strange pickled things and odd canned meats. Behind the counter were various alcohols, many of which bore images of Stalin or Communist symbols. I thought it was pretty interesting. Being practically fluent, Miss Rebecca spoke to the woman in Russian, and her mad skills scored us some free sweets! They were just little candies, but they were pretty delicious. Relishing in the success of having found a little piece of Russia in France, and went back to the train station where we drank cheap instant coffee and munched on some Russian spice cake until our train arrived.

Metz was a beautiful little city, and I think I’ll go back someday- even if only for the beautiful stained glass windows.