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It has been a while (again). The convenience of just putting things on Instagram is seductive, I guess. At any rate. . .
The weekend before last, I went to the SF MOMA (Museum of Ongoing Mytho-Cosmological Art), mostly to see the not super-creatively named Matisse/Diebenkorn exhibit, which is about more or less what it says on the tin. The selection was good, but the labeling was heavy-handed and pedantic in a way that was really distracting.
There were plenty of places where the pieces made the case for themselves, so you had to wonder why they had to belabor it. There were also places where some broad artistic pattern was described as a connection, which undermines points of genuine confluence. Of course, they don’t want you to take pictures, so I don’t have anything with which to flesh these objections out.
Trying not to read too much into all this looking down.
Like everything else in the recent past, even the dregs of Snowpocalypse 2k17 seem impossibly remote.
So as you can see, everything more or less fell apart here. At any rate, here are a bunch of nice pictures from France without narration, because that would push the whole thing back even further.
So somebody has written a book that appears to address all of my interests. I hope it is translated into English soon.
I have arrived in Quercy. The travel day was made a bit more difficult by one of our party being delayed out of SF, which
created a rather dramatic knock-on effect that resulted in my hanging around the Toulouse area for about 9 hours. Nevertheless,
things are now totally wonderful.
While they aren’t quite as dramatic as the ones in Amsterdam, Saint-Antonin-Noble-Val does have canals.
In addition to the canals, Saint Antonin is along L’Aveyron, which you can watch wander along at this truly amazing riverside
Here is an aquatic cairn to memorialize people who have been pecked to death by ducks.
Also, the bar’s deck has this charming water feature.
We visited a charming abbey, and saw an interesting example of this medieval insulation technique.
The abbey’s interior courtyard was about as idyllic as the law allows.
This is the vault under which the monks made waffles.
These swans hissed at me, but made no move to attck. I guess swans have gotten the memo about my being a martial artist.
The famous “House of Wolves” in Caylus.
You probably haven’t heard of this portal.
Cool map of regional churches.
Before we begin: Today in things that sound like movie plots.
It has rained, at least briefly, every day that I’ve been here. It has made for some dramatic skies.
There’s still an hour of daylight to go, but it does seem as if today will break the streak.
Cool vestibule tiles.
Not as cool as a grill-boat, but nothing to sneeze at.
In general, the Dutch speak perfect English, this has not prevented them from getting in on the lucrative t-shirts-with-dumb-English-text-on-them market. On the other hand, I suppose that’s true of Americans as well.
No lie, I saw a guy wearing that exact shirt a block later.