published Tuesday 27 June, 2017
Today we had a late start so I could go to the Pinakothek der Moderne, a wonderful museum of modern and contemporary art. The collection includes one of the four versions of the painting “L’Equipe de Cardiff” and so much more!
I discovered a new artists, Palermo, whose works I love. Can I take them home with me?
An afternoon of wonder, learning and delight. I plan to go back tomorrow for more.
I’m loving my stay in Munich but the thunderstorm rolling around make me nervous for tomorrow.
Palermo – Triptych, 1972
Robert Delauney’s painting of the Cardiff rugby team from 1913.
I’ve just cycled back to the hotel. It’s 12:15am. The gang delivered two great shows today. The 10pm performance was magic, with a great response from a great audience.
After the show the audience climbed all over the blocks. They we’re respectful and careful and it was beautiful.
The festival crew here are brilliant. For example, we have a fridge of beer for after the show, when we pointed our Ali is a coeliac, they brought wine for him. That is a very nice touch.
As usual we don’t have enough time to explore all the delights of this city. It’s quite frustrating but aren’t I the lucky bugger to just get a taste of life here.
A great show! Shame the blocks are now white.
What a great show this evening. The performers keep finding a little more. Luka was so good in her duet with Danny tonight. It really is a delight to watch the show over and over again.
A quick load out, the can and trailer are packed and I should be on the road Monday morning.
So we all have a day off tomorrow. What shall I do? Definitely food and drink and perhaps a bit more culture.
And sleep, I’m still exhausted from all the driving.
Og, and cycling home tonight I noticed how well Die Munchners hold their drink. They were well pissed after a day at the festival, but they behave better than us Brits.
Lunch, fried spam and jacket potato, was so tasty.
A very lazy day. Got up just in time for breakfast then went back to bed.
Went out for a stroll and late lunch then went back to bed.
Now I am off for dinner then an early night.
Perhaps I’m to old for this game.
Tomorrow, back in the van. Wish me luck!
A German square with a German fountain.
Today, as I drove north along the Franco-German border, I passed battlefields and cemeteries.
Why does the history of war dominate our landscapes?
Every field has a history. Every village a history culture and art.
Which reminds me – today I drove past the worst public arts ever. Concrete slabs, discs, squares, triangles, cubes, spheres, pyramids and poles. Their colours bleached by the elements. For 25 kilometres!
It made me appreciate the hippy pixies on toadstools on the way to lyon but at least they have art along their autoroutes.
I’ve been having problems writing this blog, wondering what I’m doing each night but now that I have found ‘inner emigration’ I’ll happily continue.
So now I am in Rouen. We don’t perform until Saturday. The gang arrives Friday. I’ve got a couple of days to enjoy myself. Francois (and the rest of the festival) made me very welcome tonight.
Best wishes from the Hotel Bonaparte.
In the centre of Rouen.