Posts Tagged ‘Travel’

24 December 2011

The ride from airport to the hotel was uneventful, but for me feeling worried about Bharath. He had hurt his leg a few days back and it had developed an infection. The leg had swollen up since we left Bangalore and he could hardly walk. It looked like we would not be seeing any sights even if the weather gods permitted. At the hotel, we consulted a Doctor and she did some work on Bharath. Later we went to the beach, the sea was very peaceful and the waves quite gentle. The beach was very clean and the sand nice and white. It was quite nice to lie down on the beach chairs and listen to the sea.

25 December 2011

After yet another consultation with the Doctor, we set out mid-morning to take in some sights. The first stop was a shop that sold handicraft items. Most of items were from Hindu mythology but many had rather demonic faces, even the likes of Hanuman and Varunan. The workmanship was quite intricate and I liked some of the stuff there. After some tough bargaining, I bought three masks.

The scenery in Bali is very much like Kerala with greenery all around, especially as this is the rainy season. There are very many small temples all along the road, which resemble the small “kavu” in Kerala. It seems there are more than a thousand temples in Bali and the predominant religion is Hinduism. Rice is cultivated throughout and one felt right at home while driving around.

The next stop was a temple called Goa Gajah, where we arrived amidst a drizzle. This is a temple which is about 1100 years old and the main god here is Ganesha. It is set into a small cave.

In front of the cave, there is a small pond like the ones we have in temples in South India. On the side of the pond, there are seven statutes that sprout water, called Saptha Ganga. One of the statues has fallen down.

The opening into the cave is carved out in stone and the guide was of the view that the five fingers of the “Dwarapalaka” symbolised the five tenets of Hinduism that one is supposed to believe in – God, Karma, Moksha, Nirvana and Reincarnation. However, I must admit that this was the first I had heard of such tenets in Hinduism. The entrance to the cave opened out into a slightly large rectangular cave, with Ganesha at one end and the tri-murtis (Shiva, Vishnu & Brahma) at the other. There is also a small alcove for one to sit in and meditate. An interesting point was that the tri-murtis were symbolised by three sivalingams and this is the first I am seeing Vishnu and Brahma represented in such form.

A few steps further down, we got to a small stream which had swollen up because of the rain. We crossed the stream and went up to another temple, this one being dedicated to Buddha. It seems that Buddhism and Hinduism co-exist in Goa Gajah with Balinese people considering Buddha as an incarnation of Vishnu. I do not recall seeing this in any location in India. Could it be because Adi Sankaran never got here to concretise the divide between the two religions? The guide showed us the spot where a big statue of Buddha had stood once; it has fallen into the stream now.

We were then led back through a paddy field back to the front side of the temple. The guide said that they took three crops a year from these fields. The whole setting was very much like what you find in any farm in Kerala.

As we were leaving, I noticed that some devotees had left some offerings for the gods. The offerings themselves seemed very nature friendly as the containers were made of materials like palm leaves. The temple and surroundings were very clean and I noticed that there was no pollution from plastic anywhere – a far cry from the temples in India. I wonder whether the temples are so clean because they are more of tourist locations than places of worship. But then, Bali itself is quite clean overall; so it must have something to do with the people and their civic consciousness.

The rain had strengthened by then and we dropped our plans for any further visits and drove back to the hotel. Spent another quiet evening by the beach, looking up at stars and clouds. There were also some fireworks going off because of Christmas and those looked very nice as they went up over the sea.

26 December 2011

Bharath’s leg was in much better condition and so we set off soon after breakfast – our destination being the most important temple in Bali, called Pura Basakih. This is called as the “mother temple” and is the most revered. Yet again, rain was on when we arrived at the temple. This was a pity because the sights are quite beautiful and the temples have very ornate carvings but photography was difficult in such weather. However, the overall visual effect was quite nice with misty hills in the background.

This is a very large temple built in the 8th Century and is built on a hillock. It covers an area of more than four acres and is in fact a complex of about 55 small temples (Wikipedia says 22). One came across a very interest concept of a Supreme God called “Sayang Viddhi”; it seems this Supreme Being is above the tri-murtis. Pura Basahih had Sayang Viddhi and tri-murtis as the main deities. the temple is beautifully made with very ornate carvings, statues etc. the courtyard itself was very neat and when we arrived some worshippers were making some offering to the gods and our guide said they called this as “thirtha yathra”.

The structure of the roofs of the temples resembles Chinese Pagodas. It seems such construction is called “Meru” in Indonesian language. These can have multiple, odd numbered tiers and most important temple, that of Sayang Viddhi, has nine tiers, with those of Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma etc. having lesser numbers. In Bali, Shiva is associated with Fire, while Vishnu is associated with Water and Brahma with Air.

The ills of Hinduism like the caste system seems to have to made its way across the seas and in the complex, we could see temples dedicated for the four castes. Some others like blacksmiths also have their own temples. Another interesting point that I noticed was the presence of large umbrellas like the ones used in Kerala to decorate elephants when they are taken out in a procession. I could not see any elephants and for some reason I felt that elephants are not part of the tradition here.

I had read that the sunset over a temple called Tanah Lot is a very spectacular sight and we planned to cover that in the evening. Unfortunately, the drivers in Bali seem to have a very relaxed view on time and so we arrived a bit late. The driver had said it would take us forty five minutes from the hotel whereas it took us almost double that time. While we could still catch the sunset, we missed the temple. The scene itself was quite fantastic and we watched it from the terrace of a restaurant.

There is also a small temple which can accessed through a natural bridge over the sea. I am not sure how long the bridge will last as the sea has hollowed out a good portion of the supporting structure. The main temple, Tanah Lot, can only be accessed during low tide as the crossing gets flooded during high tide. We had arrived at high tide and so we could only see it from a distance and that too in the dark. This would be a great place to walk around and then sit down and have a quiet drink while watching the sun go down. So very peaceful and serene.

27 December 2011

The people in Bali seem very friendly and genuinely service oriented. I was woken up in the morning by an SMS from the driver we had used for the two days, apologizing for not being on duty that day to take us to the airport and wishing us a safe journey back home. This was a followed by a call from the Doctor who had examined Bharath the first day, asking whether he is fine and again wishing us a safe journey. I was very pleasantly surprised as this was not something I had expected at all. Overall, Bali is a great place with lots to see and experience. We could not do any justice at all this time because of the weather. Bharath and I both felt that we need to come back with Sandhya and spend at least a week here. Till then….

26 October 2011

I got into Amsterdam little bit after lunch on the 26th. I was in town to meet with a customer and because of the flight timings  I had some time on my hands, which I planned to use for some exploration of the city. After finishing off a bit of work, I set off to walk around the city. My hotel was in the city centre and so most places were accessible by foot. My last visit to the city was a quick one in 2001 and since then, I had heard a lot about the city.

As most big cities, Amsterdam also started out as a small settlement on the banks of a river called Amstel. In its heydays, Amsterdam was a big commercial port with the city flourishing in finance and diamond trades. It seems that the first ever stock exchange in the world was the Amsterdam Stock Exchange and it was set up by the Dutch East India Company. It does not exist independently anymore as it has merged with the Euronext exchange. Amsterdam has also been overtaken by London and other cities on the business of finance.

Today, the most significant feature of the city is the canal system. This dates back to a city planning activity undertaken in early 17th century and was mostly meant for transport. In the city centre, you cannot walk for more than 10 minutes in any direction without hitting a canal. However, I found that the canals are not used much for transport these days as the road system is very well developed with trams and other public transport available freely. I mostly found leisure craft plying on the canals unlike Venice, where the canals are more or less the only form of transportation. However, the canals in Amsterdam still do seem to have an all pervasive presence, which makes it difficult for one to think of the city without the canals.

Another aspect of Amsterdam is that this is a city that is more tolerant of the vices – it sells soft drugs like cannabis in it’s coffee shops and prostitution is legal. I was looking for my afternoon cuppa and wandered into one such coffee shop but only to realize that this one was more interested in selling cannabis than coffee. So, I finally ended up having coffee in a bar. The red light district in Amsterdam is quite famous and is a sight in itself with women framing themselves in full length glass windows. What was most striking was that people seemed to take these things in their stride; I found many homes and even a large church in the red light area, almost shoulder to shoulder with an establishment engaged in the oldest trade.

Another interesting point is the mode of transport that most people seem to rely on – bicycles. Anywhere you look, you see a lot of bicycles and it looked to me that a good many use bicycles for their daily commute and they looked like real “work” bicycles which looked very functional unlike the fancy machines used by people in other cities. I was tempted to hire one and ride around but the fact that I was not clothed warmly enough restricted me.

I spent the evening wandering around the city and ended the day with a nice dinner. The city was very picturesque, especially as the sun started going down.

27 October 2011

I went out for a stroll early in the morning. By early in the morning, I mean around half past seven but it was still dark. By and by, I arrived at a square near the palace, called Dam Square. The square was empty but for a lone construction worker and a mother and child. The kid was very young, probably six or seven, and playing a violin standing on the square while the mother was holding up the musical notes for him to see. There was no one listening or watching them. I was somehow taken up this and took a picture of the boy with the violin. Soon, another chap walked up with a camera and he also seemed impressed by the spectacle. The violin case was open in front of the child and both of us put in some coins. The other photographer said that this would probably be ice cream money for the kid. They seemed well off and did not seem to need the money. I was wondering what the mother was trying to teach the child. Could it be that every job has its own dignity and there is nothing wrong in taking money for entertaining people or that this was one method for him to earn a living as he grows up or to take away his fear of playing in an open square? Overall, I found it quite intriguing.

It was around five by the time I finished my meetings and I went to visit Anne Frank House. Anne wrote her world famous diary while hiding in this house. She lived here from 1942, when her father decided they had to go into hiding to save themselves from the Nazis, till 1944 when they were betrayed by an unknown person and taken into custody. There was a reasonably long line to enter the museum and I guess that itself is testimony to what a young girl achieved. Anne was a dreamer and she dreamt of making a mark in the world even when she spent her time cooped up inside a small house with no windows. I had read her diary and what had come through were her hopes about the future and her fervent belief in mankind, despite what she went through. To see the conditions in which she lived and then relate that to her diary was indeed touching. She must have been an extraordinary person or could it be that those extremely difficult circumstances made her more mature than her years? She started her diary when she was thirteen and was captured when she was fifteen. So, what we read are the musings of a youngster in her early teenage, yet some of the observations she made were far beyond her years. In particular, one of the most important statements that I remembered was how, despite everything she suffered, she still believed in the innate goodness of man. May be the diary was the companion she missed. It comprises of a series of letters addressed to “Kitty” and in one place, she says: “When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are free!” I could not but feel overawed and to an extent depressed as I walked through the rooms.

Photography is forbidden in the house and so I could not take any pictures. There are several quotes from Anne’s diary posted on the walls and also some replicas of the conditions in the house when they lived there. Anne’s father (Otto Frank) had foreseen the danger that Nazis posed as far back as 1933 and moved to Amsterdam from Frankfurt to escape the clutches of Hitler. However, he could not escape his fate as Holland fell to Germany in 1940 and in 1942 Otto Frank decided they had to go into hiding to escape deportation to concentration camps. He built a secret apartment behind his office and that is where the family hid till they were captured.

I find that individual tragedies often help to understand the depth and viciousness of events like Holocaust better and Anne’s diary is one such. She kept the diary and thought of publishing it after the war got over and had dreams of becoming a writer and a journalist. She wanted to live on even after her death and had hoped her books would help her achieve that. The diary was discovered by a friend who had helped the family and she gave it to Otto Frank when he (being the only survivor in the family) came back from the concentration camp. I doubt whether so many people would have read the diary had Anne been alive but the cruel, unjust dashing of a few young dreams made the world take notice. These are the sort of books that influence the world and I felt truly enriched to have been in the building where it was written.

28 October 2011

My flight was after lunch and so I had a couple of hours in the morning and I decided to visit the Van Gogh Museum. This museum has the largest number of Van Gogh’s works. While the paintings themselves were not as famous as what I had seen at some other museums, it was when I visited this museum that I got a better appreciation of Van Gogh. He lived only for 37 years and was a painter only for 10 of those; yet he finished more than 2000 works. The museum had also arranged his works in a chronological order and so one could appreciate his development as an artist.

In an era when most artists were taken up by the gentry and such “beautiful people”, Van Gogh was intent upon painting farm labourers and actual scenes from life as he saw them. His first famous work was “The Potato Eaters”, which was painted mid-way into his artistic career and the subject was a poor family even though he expected to sell the painting in the Paris art market. The museum does not allow photography and the image (Potato Eaters) given below is downloaded from the Internet.

Van Gogh was quite obsessed with painting and that was why he was able to produce such a large quantity of work. However, he was also unstable in mind and was given to bouts of mental breakdowns. It was fascinating to look at the paintings knowing that the man was going through a tormented existence while he was painting those. Many of the paintings had hidden stories and meanings; for example, there is a painting of a chair which is supposed to represent another famous artist Paul Gauguin (image given below, downloaded from Internet). However, I could make that out only with the help of the audio guide.

Overall, it was a very good experience to go through his works and be witness to the evolution of the artist and the anguish of the man, which ended in his suicide.

Unfortunately, my time in Amsterdam ran out and I had to leave without visiting many other attractions like National museum, may be another time, another day!

16 May 2011 

We bid goodbye to the fantastic Castel Monastero in the morning and drove into Florence to catch our train to Venice. Once again, the GPS proved to be totally inadequate in the city centre and after going round and round in circles for about half an hour, we finally ended up at the car rental place. The journey to Venice was once again through the superfast train and it took us only two and a half hours. The scene we saw as we stepped out of the train station in Venice stopped us in our tracks. The steps from the train station ended at a canal and boats were plying up and down like cars on roads. There was no road or sign of any car. We secured a boat taxi and stepped in and that was when I felt I had to capture this in the camera. To my utter dismay, I discovered that I had left my camera in the train. Fortunately, a member of the cleaning staff had found the camera and was bringing it to the lost and found office when I got there. We had been warned against the pickpockets and other petty thieves in Italy who thrived on the tourists and here our experience was totally the opposite.

I have never been to a city where the transport is totally by waterways. The city is built on 117 islands connected by 400 bridges over 150 canals. There are no roads in the inner part of the city and everything is being transported by boats, be it goods or people. We were amused by speed limits, one way signs etc. In due course, we arrived at the doorstep of the hotel. Most of the journey was on the Grand Canal. The skill with which the drivers manage the boats is simply amazing – there are many narrow canals which require good level of dexterity to navigate. All along the Grand Canal one could see some really beautiful buildings.

Our hotel was quite close to the main square of Venice – Piazza San Marco. Napoleon described Piazza San Marco as the “finest drawing room in Europe”. It is indeed a very beautiful square with the Basilica di San Marco dominating one side of it, with a tall clock tower beside it. There are many cafes with live music along the square and the whole place seemed to pulsate with an abundance of energy as people continued to pour in as the evening wore on. The square sure seemed to have some special attraction that drew people in.

Basilica di San Marco is the pride of Venice and its claim to fame happened when some Venetian merchants stole St. Mark’s body out of Egypt in AD 828 and brought it to Venice. They also adopted St. Mark’s winged lion as the city’s symbol. Venice felt that it was an equal to Rome as it had its own Saint and so the authorities did not heed Rome’s call to shun all Pagan symbols. Hence, one can see many Greek statues and such on the façade of the church. There is also a very nice fresco above the entrance to the church and it looked quite attractive – I think there must have been some restoration work done on it.

In the evening, we went in search of the lone Indian restaurant in Venice and it was a great feeling to walk through the narrow lanes, some of which were just 6 feet wide. We passed by the famous Rialto Bridge and paused to take in the views. There are a lot of restaurants on the Grand Canal near the Rialto Bridge and I was surprised to hear snatches of Hindi as we passed by. On closer inspection, I found that many of the waiters in those restaurants were Indians and they were talking to each other in Hindi. The restaurants were serving Italian food and so we continued on our journey towards Indian food.

All along we saw people taking rides in colourful gondolas. This is supposed to be a very romantic thing to do in Venice and the boat men do also sing songs on request. Not being the romantic type, we passed on the ride.

On the way back, night had fallen and the city had taken on a special charm in the night. I got a beautiful shot from the Rialto Bridge by balancing the camera on the handrail.

17 May 2011

Venice is very famous for its glass making skills since the last ten centuries or so. In the thirteenth century the then Doge (Duke) of Venice ordered that all glass making facilities be moved out of Venice, as he feared that fire accidents could break out and destroy the city. That is how Murano shot into prominence as all glass making workshops were moved to this island, which is just a short ride from Venice. Another thought behind moving all glass making skills into a small island was to ensure that the secrets and knowledge did not leak beyond Venice. The masters were not allowed to leave Murano and had to stay there all their life. As a form of compensation, they were allowed to marry the ladies of the upper class families in Venice and this must have been very prestigious as these families had special privileges.

Murano glass is very well known all over the world today and they still use the techniques used centuries ago. We were warned against cheap imitation from China that pass off as Murano glass. We set off in a boat to Murano and visited a glass making workshop. A master demonstrated his skill and showed us how a small vase could be made. I was quite amazed at how malleable glass became when heated to high temperatures.

The workshop had a showroom as well, which had many beautiful pieces and they were actually pieces of art and priced as such. They did not allow photography as they were afraid of Chinese imitations. Jewellery made of Murano glass is quite attractive and was on display all over the island.

Our next port of call was Burano and we went there by public transport boat. Burano is known for its brightly painted little houses, which make the island very colourful. It was indeed very beautiful and I got a couple of nice shots. Burano is also known for its lace making skills.

After Burano, we went back to Venice and Piazza San Marco. On the square, is the very tall clock tower, which goes up to a height of 100m. It was originally built in AD 888 but has been rebuilt twice, the last time being in 1902.

A lift takes you up to a height of 60m and that is high as you can go. From that position, there are great views of Venice, especially as you look out to the sea.

In general, I have felt that punishments in medieval Europe were of a rather barbaric nature and that was borne out here too as I heard that they used to hang cages from the side of the clock tower and hold prisoners in those cages. Another comment I heard was about the Doge – the Doge was the ruler of Venice and hence powerful, but it seems that there are there are only two monuments that show the Doge. In both, he is shown as kneeling before St. Mark, the patron saint of Venice; another way of depicting that he is a public servant. I was profoundly impressed by this point that rulers in those medieval days had such an insightful approach – especially in those days when the practice was for rulers to have themselves painted and sculpted and to make grand monuments. This shows that they truly believed that they were servants of the city. The Doge’s palace is to one side of the square and did not look like an imposing building. Hence I had decided not to visit it but this comment made me change that and I penciled that in for the next day’s itinerary.

Venice was one of Ernest Hemingway’s favourite cities and he is said to have frequented a bar called “Harry’s Bar”, which is just a few minutes’ walk from Piazza San Marco. He wrote portions of his book “Across the river and into the trees” here and the bar itself finds mention in the book. This aroused my interest in the bar and I decided to visit the place, especially as that novel is a favourite of mine. I located the place without much difficulty and spent a quiet half an hour in there, thinking of Hemingway and his books. I do not know what is special about this bar but there must be something as it is also rumoured to have attracted some other famous personalities like Marconi, Alfred Hitchcock, Charlie Chaplin, Baron Rothschild, Aristotle Onassis, Woody Allen etc.

18 May 2011

Venice was a republic from the eighth century till 1796 and had deep democratic traditions. Citizens from prominent families formed what was called the Great Council, which had more than 400 members. Only members of some certain families could be part of this council and the names of these families were registered in the “Golden Book”. There was another book called “Silver Book” which held the names of families that could make it to the Golden Book and when the city had some financial woes, some families were promoted, in exchange for tidy sums of money which they had to pay to the city! A senate was chosen from within this council and there were about 100 members in the senate. The Doge was chosen from the senate and held the office for life. There was also a council of ten that was chosen from the senate to help the Doge in day to day administration. The democratic traditions were very evident and they also had a legal system, which was based more on common law than on royal law.

The Doge was deemed as a public servant and public offices like administrative offices, courts, prison etc. were all attached to his palace. The palace itself was not very impressive.

When we went inside the palace, we found the place rather bare. On enquiry, it turned out that the Doge had to bring his own furniture when he was elected to office and so the family used to take back the furniture once the Doge passed away. The art works in the palace clearly showed the great pride and love that Venetians had for their city; Venice was shown in many paintings as Venus with kings and others bowing before her. Venice thrived as a republic for about 1000 years and had a very powerful navy which allowed it to rule the seas. Gradually, its power declined and the city was ravaged by plague two times. The last Doge dissolved the council and resigned from this position when he found that he could not defend Venice against the military might of Napoleon.

That was our last visit and the end of a very enjoyable trip. Italy is truly fantastic and I felt that there is much more to explore and experience. May be I will be back!

 

12 May 2011

We left Rome around mid morning and caught the fast train to Florence. The train journey was quite comfortable and we got to Florence just after noon. I had organized a rental car for our stay in Tuscany and we were soon on our way to our hotel in the heartland of Tuscany. Needless to say, there were some challenges with GPS initially and my mistake in selecting the “Short route” option instead of the “Fast route” one resulted in the drive taking an hour more than was actually needed. However, we passed through some great countryside and the views were just stunning. The Tuscan countryside is full of green, rolling hills. In due course of time, we arrived at our hotel. The hotel turned out to be a medieval monastery building, which has now been converted. We were a bit tired that day with the train journey and the longish drive and so decided to take it easy and just spent time around the hotel.

13 May 2011

We set out for Pisa in the morning and yet again, I took the scenic route and so it was a fairly longish drive to Pisa. The views were quite breath-taking but I could not take any photos as the roads were quite narrow and I felt content with just soaking the ambience in. One point I noticed was that many of the hill tops had a lonely house or fort or some structure of that nature. May be these were houses of landlords or forts of chieftains. In any case, it was quite an interesting sight.

We arrived at Pisa round noon and went to see the Leaning Tower. It is in a complex with a cathedral, which houses the body of a saint. The first view as you glimpse the tower through the arched entrance to the complex is quite stunning. I had seen many pictures of the Leaning Tower before but somehow, the sight caught me by surprise. May be it was the brilliant white structure set on a wonderfully green lawn at its best on a nice day; I don’t know what. I tried to capture the sight in my camera but I was not able to do justice.

The cathedral and the tower are both in white stone and marble and the detail on the structure is amazing. The tower was planned as an independent bell tower for the cathedral and work stared in 1173. The soil in Pisa is not very stable and the design did not adequately compensated for that fact as the foundation was only three metres deep. As a result, the tower started to sink soon after construction started and it tilted to one side. Work was abandoned after construction reached three floors. The tower stayed in that condition for about seventy five years. After that, architects added four more floors on top of the three floors and tried to compensate for the tilt by building the floors to be shorter on the downward leaning side, with the result that the tower became curved. There was repair work done on the tower between 1990 and 2001 and that corrected the tilt from 5.5 degrees to 4 degrees. Authorities believe that the tower is safe for another 300 years. On the tall side, the tower has a height of approximately 57 feet and it reduces by about a metre on the short side.

We went to the cathedral first. The patron saint of Pisa, St. Ranieri, is buried here as well as Henry VII and Pope Gregory VIII. I also read that there are also some relics like the remains of three saints (Abibo, Gamaliel and Nicodemus) and a vase used in the Feast of Cana, where Jesus performed his first miracle of turning water into wine. We did not see these relics as we were in a bit of a hurry, as we had booked a slot to go up the tower.

Visitors are let into the tower in batches and one felt the angle as soon as one entered the ground floor – you have to be conscious about not going to one side. The climb is rather steep and stairs got narrower and narrower as one went up; at some places there were not even enough space to pass another person. There is no lift and I could not but wonder what the situation would be if one were to break or sprain a leg at the top. There are some interesting views from the top (especially of the cathedral) and once can also see the huge bells installed on top, the largest of which weighs more than 3,000 kg – getting that up must have been an effort. Pisa is the birthplace of Galileo and he used to conduct many experiments on gravity by dropping objects from the top of the tower, as the tilt allows a free fall. As I was climbing the stairs, I was wondering how many times Galileo would have gone up those very steps; I guess he would have been physically fit!

In the compound, there is a pillar with the statue of a she-wolf suckling two young children. This is the legend behind the founding of Rome. It is said that twin children were born to a priestess, through a relationship with Mars. In those days, priestesses were supposed to be virgins and so the king ordered that the children be killed to erase all evidence and they were abandoned in a forest (or set adrift according to some versions). They were found by a she-wolf who took care of them. These twins, Romulus and Remus, killed the king when they grew up and later had a fall-out amongst themselves and that ended with Romulus killing Remus. Romulus brought together some tribal settlements and founded the kingdom of Rome (Roma) in 753 BC and became the first king. I was intrigued to see this statue that related to the founding of Rome in this faraway city of Pisa; all the more so when you consider that all these city states were constantly warring with each other before the founding of modern day Italy.

Next stop on the way back was the very picturesque and old town of San Gimignano.  This town has a population of about 8,000 people today and has its origin as an Etruscan village. Etruscans were the ancient tribe that dominated most parts of Italy and were quite a force in 8th century BC. The town derives its name from a bishop who supposedly saved it from Attila the Hun. The most interesting aspect of this small town is the presence of many towers that look like skyscrapers from afar. Most of those were built in the 13th century by rich families in a garish demonstration of their wealth. The town itself has many narrow, delightful streets that lead into a wonderful square with a well in the centre. We spent some time there drinking coffee on the square and wandering through many nice shops that seemed to have quite fascinating collections of porcelain.

14 May 2011

We set off for Florence in the morning. I was a bit apprehensive of driving in Florence as I had read about the no entry zones for visitors’ cars. The GPS was not very helpful as we got to the city centre and I soon found myself in some narrow streets and hit the dreaded no entry area as well. However, there was a very helpful policeman there who directed me to some parking. Our plan was to visit the Duomo and the Uffizi. According to the Lonely Planet, the Duomo (Cathedral) in Florence is among the “Big Three” in Italy, the other two being the Colosseum and the Leaning Tower.

The Duomo is quite imposing and the work is very detailed indeed. The effort that has gone into the sculptures, frescoes, door panels etc. is quite amazing. However, I felt that the guidebook was overrating the Duomo as I felt that the one in Milan is more impressive. It may well have been the sensory overload that we had been subjected to in the days just gone by! The walls of the Duomo are done in pink, white and green marble and do present a nice view.

There is a very tall bell tower right next to the Duomo and you can climb on to the top, if you are willing to put in the effort of going up 414 steep steps. Of course, you soon forget the effort of the climb as you get to the beautiful views at the top.

We spent some time walking around the square and then proceeded to the Uffizi Museum, where we had made a reservation. The Uffizi was first built to house various administrative offices (Uffizi means office in Italian) but was later converted to hold the private collection of the wealthy Medici family. The last member of the Medici family bequeathed the collection to the city of Florence in 1743, under the condition that the collection would stay in the city of Florence. There are more than 1500 items in this gallery, which occupies about 50 rooms. The focus here is on the Tuscan masters and personally I found that the museum is a bit overrated, possibly because I was expecting something on the lines of Louvre or the National Museum in London. The works are arranged in chronological order to reflect the evolution of various movements like Renaissance, Mannerism, Baroque, Neoclassicism etc. Needless to say, we did not spend the four hours in Uffizi that the guidebook had suggested.

As we stepped out, we ran right into a parade of old cars and Ferraris; they were part of a 1000 mile race. This was possibly the highpoint for Bharath and we stood there for twenty minutes or so, watching those gorgeous cars roll by.

We had been driving on the very same highway the day before and had noticed a small town called Monteriggioni and decided to drop in there on the way back; especially as we could not see this in the guidebook or the GPS. It turned out to be a very beautiful village with the mandatory square and three or four small alleys; with a wall running all around it. It was possibly the house of a large landlord and there is a church and a boutique hotel there now. The square had a nice café and we spent some time there. There was a wedding going on in the church and so there were a fair number of visitors in the place. We sat around for some time, taking in the fantastic views. I found myself sitting next to an old man and I tried to communicate with him but sign language could help me only in understanding that he lived there. I wonder how it would be to spend your days in a place like that, where time seems to stand still.

15 May 2011

Tuscany is very well known for its wines as it is home to the very famous Chianti Classico. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a wet day and that put paid to a lot of our plans. Our first stop was Chianti in Greve and that turned out to a very nice and small town. It was a bit cold and wet but the market around the square seemed to be doing well. There were many interesting things for sale in the square including some very old suitcases, telephones etc. I also found an old man making baskets out of some sort of grass or bamboo. He was happy enough to pose for a photo. While walking around the shops in the square, I noticed some graffiti asking for Tibet to be liberated. Some agonizing soul must have scribbled that in a moment of deep frustration.

Next stop was the famous city of Siena. This is a fantastic walled city with fabulous buildings, streets with old world charm and a great square. The cathedral is also very beautiful. Unfortunately, it was quite wet and so we could not really see the city.

I had read of a wine called Brunello and wanted to look it up and that meant a visit to a town called Montalcino. The rain had hardened by then and we drove through a raging storm to Montalcino. The drive was worth it as I got to taste the 2004 vintage Brunello in the shop and that turned out to be excellent; even I could appreciate the difference in quality between the 2004 and 2005 vintage.

09 May 2011 

Italy had always been a draw since my very first official trip there. The combination of history, culture and art makes Italy a great vacation destination. After much planning and waiting, we flew out of Bangalore early in the morning and reached Rome late in the evening, after transiting at London. We were quite tired by the time we reached our hotel as we had been travelling for the whole day; even though I have to say that the taxi driver tried his best to inject some excitement into us by living up to all I had heard about the driving skills of Italians. I must say that I found myself in full alert when this guy was just ten feet behind another car at a speed of 140 kmph but soon got used to it.

10 May 2011

We got up bright and early as we had planned a full agenda and were trying to squeeze in Rome and Vatican within just two days. Given the history of the city, that is quite a difficult task. Rome was once the centre of the civilized world and evidence of that is to be seen everywhere in the city. Italy was actually a collection of warring cities and Rome gained prominence by around 500 BC by winning many important wars. They set up a democratic form of governance, which was based upon a Senate which was elected from the people and then the Senate elected two Consuls from within the members of the Senate. Membership in Senate was for life whereas the Consul was for one year and could not be re-elected. They had a concept of emblazoning monuments and civil buildings with the initials SPQR which stood for Senatus Populusque Romanus (Senate and People of Rome). Quite obviously, their democratic traditions were very strong; of course, the rich and the powerful did get privileges and they controlled the Senate and the Government but even then to think they had such a form of governance 2500 years ago, with the foresight to put in a clause that one could be a Consul only for one term, is quite amazing. Probably, they understood the maxim that absolute power corrupts absolutely. In any case, the ambitious Julius Ceasar put an end to the Republican dreams of Rome. Ceasar had been growing in power because of some of his military victories and he wanted to be the supreme ruler without the restrictions imposed by the Senate. In those days, the Roman army was forbidden from entering the city and had to stay beyond the river called Rubicon – this was probably to minimize the interference of army in government. Ceasar crossed the Rubicon with his army in 49 BC (and hence the idiom “crossing the Rubicon”, which means crossing a point of no return) and that was the end of Rome as a republic. A group of Senators led by Brutus, rebelled and assassinated Ceasar in 44 BC but that was in vain as emperors continued one after the other.

These Emperors understood that they needed to keep their subjects entertained and engaged and so they built huge sporting arenas, the most famous of which – probably because it is still around – is the Colosseum. The Colosseum had a capacity of about 40,000 to 70,000 people and had 80 arches for people to enter. It was in the shape of an oval and had many levels of seating with the most important seats being closer to the action.

The floor where the gladiators fought was made up of wooden planks with sand spread over it. Under the floor, was a complex of rooms, cages for animals etc. These animals were brought up using a sophisticated system involving pulleys.

Today, the floor is completely destroyed as is the South side of the outer wall. The outer walls were 187 feet high and the arches in the higher levels were all filled with statues. There was also a bust of Emperor Nero inside the Colosseum.

After the Colosseum was shut down in the sixth century by the Christian emperors, it fell into a state of disrepair and it was used as a source for raw material for other projects. So, all the statues, marble etc. were ripped out and reused.

The Colossuem is proof of the engineering skill of the Romans. They seemed to be more adept at practical matters like building palaces, temples, houses, markets, sporting arenas, aqueducts etc. and not very advanced on arts, philosophy etc. The population of Rome in 100 AD was estimated to be 1.2 Million (it is 3 Million today, after 2000 years) and they had a stadium, Circo Massimo, which could seat 240,000 people!

Next stop was Trevi Fountain (Fontana di Trevi), the most famous fountain in Rome. Fountains were a feature of Rome while the empire was still functioning and were fed by many aqueducts. After the fall of the empire, many of the fountains and aqueducts fell into disrepair and it was only in 15th century that several projects were started to make these functional again. Trevi Fountain gained its name from the simple fact that it is at the junction of three roads. The idea for a fountain was conceived to mark the termination point of an aqueduct that brought water to Rome. After the aqueduct was repaired, a famous sculptor of those times, Bernini, was commissioned to redo Trevi Fountain but he did not finish it as the Pope, who was the sponsor, passed away. It was later torn down and rebuilt by another architect but some of the Bernini designs are still there. The fountain is very beautiful and is a must visit item on every tourist’s list. The water looked very clean and I guess it is possibly drinkable. There is a belief that if you toss a coin into the Trevi Fountain, you will return to Rome and many coins were seen inside the fountain. I read that the total money collected from the fountain in an average day is Euro 300!

From Trevi, we strolled on to the Pantheon. The ancient part of Rome is not very large and you can walk to most attractions. Pantheon is the oldest building in Rome, which is still quite intact. It was commissioned by Roman statesman Marcus Agrippa but it was ruined and later rebuilt in its present form by Emperor Hadiran around the year 126 AD.

It was meant as a temple for all the seven gods of Rome and hence called Pantheon. It is a very large circular room with a dome at the top; the dome is finished in concrete and has a hole in the centre. The hole at the top lets in sunlight and particular positions of the light that comes through the opening marks the days of summer and winter solstices.

It is the largest dome in Rome and has a diameter of 43.5 metres at the base, which then reduces to about 9 metres at the top. It is said that Michelangelo visited the Pantheon many times when he was rebuilding the dome at St. Peter’s Basilica and he was so impressed by the dome at Pantheon that he built the dome of St. Peter’s to be smaller than the one at Pantheon. The dome is built by using heavier materials at the bottom and thinner materials at the top – the base is about 6 metres thick and then falls to less than 2 metres at the top. The walls are made with handcut bricks and the columns are made of marble imported from Egypt.

In the seventh century, Pantheon was donated to the Pope Boniface IV and that marked the transition of Pantheon into a church – it is now the church of St. Mary and the Martyrs. There are many illustrious personalities buried in the Pantheon – this is a consistent theme with churches wherein they seemed to bury dignitaries in churches. The tombs in Pantheon include those of the great artist Raphael, first king of unified Italy, Vittorio Emanuele II etc. Raphael’s tomb has a statue of the Virgin and the Child and it seems Raphael had specifically asked the sculptor to make the statue for his tomb, before his death.

There are several important art pieces within the Pantheon including a 15th century statue of Christ on the Crucifix by Michelangelo, a 4th century image of the Virgin and the Child etc. The altar at the Pantheon is also an impressive sight.

We then proceeded to a 4D movie show, which was based on the history of Rome. This was a kind of cheesy thing to do but it did give a quick 20 minute perspective, in an enjoyable format.

After a brief rest, we proceeded to the Spanish Steps. This is the widest staircase in Europe and was built in the 18th century to connect Spanish embassy at the bottom of the steps with the church at the top. The embassy is in a square called Piazza di Spagna. This is a grand staircase and seems to attract a lot of people that visit the steps and the piazza for meeting and spending time together. Italy is full of these small squares that have a significant role to play as public spaces. I was quite impressed by this concept, may be because I was used to such public spaces when I was growing up. In our cities today, we are cooped up and there are very few public spaces and malls and shopping centres are taking over as poor substitutes. We saw many such squares throughout our stay in Italy, in all cities and small towns and people seemed to throng these places in the summer evenings. In the piazza, right next to the steps is the house where the poet John Keats lived and died.

There is a nice little church on top of the Spanish Steps and we went in for a quiet look. A service was in progress as we went in and I was most surprised to see that the dresses of the nuns and the priests resembled the Arabic traditional dress (dish-dash), quite a lot. May be there is a connection somewhere.

The last stop of the day was Piazza Navona, another one of those delightful public spaces. This was a circus (stadium) before and was converted to a square in the 15th century. The most important feature of Piazza Navona is the Fountain of the Four Rivers (Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi) by Bernini. The fountain has a basin as a base with a rock on it and an Egyptian obelisk that rises from the rock. There are also four river gods depicted on four sides of the rock. These rivers were supposed to represent four continents to which the Roman Catholic Church had spread – Ganges representing Asia, Nile representing Africa, Danube representing Europe and Rio de la Plata representing America.

This square was also filled with a lot of people with many artists displaying their wares and some playing music. Overall, the atmosphere was quite fun filled and enjoyable. We sat down at the piazza for some time and right next to us, an old man was singing Italian songs and his wife sat next to him. People were donating money to the couple. Even though the music did contribute to the ambience, one could not but help feeling sad for the old couple.

11 May 2011

We had made a booking for Vatican Museums for 9 am, as I was afraid of the possibility of a long queue. The advance booking saved us and we got in rather quickly. As you walked into the museum, the first thing that hit you was the vastness of the place. There was no way one could do justice to the place in a couple of days, let alone the couple of hours we had allotted for it. There are many, many art pieces here from various masters that Vatican acquired over the years. The lighting was not conducive to good photography and in Sistine Chapel, photography was not allowed at all.  Raphael had done a lot of work in Vatican and his last painting “The Transfiguration” can be seen here. Raphael was very a prolific artist and had produced many works and achieved great fame, even if he lived only for a short time (he died when he was thirty seven). In fact, in his sarcophagus, it is inscribed “Here lies that famous Raphael by whom Nature feared to be conquered while he lived, and when he was dying, feared herself to die.”

We saw an early work by Leonardo da Vinci and a painting by Caravaggio. As you see more and more art, one starts to appreciate the difference in the works of the masters but there is still a long way to go.

Ceilings of most rooms were painted with scenes from the Bible. The works were rather intricate and I could only wonder at the effort and time this must have consumed.

We did a whirlwind tour, pausing to take in views of some of the more important works. At some point we passed through the Gallery of maps, which had a splendid, ornate ceiling with rich carvings.

The most important attraction here is the Sistine Chapel. Sistine Chapel is well known for Michelangelo’s fresco “The Last Judgement” and this is considered as one of Michelangelo’s best works. After the Chapel was built, the walls were painted by famous artists like Botticelli, Perugino etc. Originally, the ceiling was a night sky scene but later, Michelangelo was commissioned to repaint the ceiling; a job that took him four years to finish. In the ceiling, he has captured the creation of Adam, the Original Sin and their punishment in the work named “Genesis”. It represents nine scenes from the book of Genesis: God separating Light from Darkness, Creation of the Sun, Moon and Planets, Separation of Land from Sea, Creation of Adam, Creation of Eve, Temptation and Expulsion of Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden, Noah’s Sacrifice, The Flood and the Drunkenness of Noah.

Twenty three years later, he returned to start work on another fresco – The Last Judgement. This was planned on a grand scale and occupies the wall behind the altar, rising to the ceiling. The Pope chose the subject as a kind of warning to the Catholics to stay committed and not stray from the line of the Church, by depicting the grisly things that awaited them should they do so. It took six years for Michelangelo to finish this painting and it is said that the work was a matter of constant friction between the clergy and Michelangelo. The painting was done in a style unconventional at that time with Christ being shown with a muscular body (like that of Adam before he committed the Original Sin), angels were shown without wings etc. and that led to a lot of criticism. To make matters worse, many figures were naked but Michelangelo refused to make any changes. It is also said that he tried to bring in Pagan symbols into the painting, much to the chagrin of the Pope. He even painted some resemblance of one particular priest that criticized him and showed him as the judge of the underworld. After Michelangelo’s death, the painter Daniele da Volterra was commissioned to cover the genitals of the nude figures and he seems to have done that job well. Michelangelo’s work is so outstanding that one hardly notices the other masters like Botticelli. I must say that I was awe struck by the patience and need for perfection of a man willing to spend six years on one painting.

Sistine Chapel is where the Papal Conclave is held. After the Pope passes away, the Cardinals meet here to elect a new Pope and they are locked in till they elect a new one. Overall, the Vatican Museums look very rich and lavish and I started to get a sense of why this is so. Any visitor to Vatican will be awed by the splendour and wealth and I am sure that helped the Pope to extend his power by reinforcing faith. Most ordinary people would feel good to be part of something so obviously rich and powerful.

Every Wednesday, the Pope meets people at the St. Peter’s Square from 11 am and we landed smack in the middle of that when we exited the Vatican Museums. Some sort of a function was going on there with the Pope speaking at times along with some other priests. There was a huge gathering to witness that and they were all sitting patiently under the rather hot sun.

The square is very large and can easily hold tens of thousands of people. There is an obelisk right in the middle of the square and is supposed to have been used by Nero in one his circuses. The Egyptian obelisk seems to have been a favourite of the Roman Emperors.

The facade of St. Peter’s Basilica is very impressive and has an interesting story behind it. St. Peter, who is considered to be the first Pope, was persecuted by Nero. It seems that Nero blamed Christians for the famous fire in Rome though some stories say that he had started the fire himself to bring down some old buildings so that he could start making better ones. Unable to face the persecution, St. Peter left Rome and on the night that he left Rome, he had a dream. He saw Christ going to Rome and he asked him “Domine, quo vadis?” (Lord, where are you going) to which, Christ replied that he was going to Rome to be crucified a second time. St. Peter got the message behind the dream and went back to Rome and he was duly crucified, killed and buried at Ager Vaticanus, a stadium of Nero. The first Christian Roman Emperor, Constantin, built a church here in the 4th Century in St. Peter’s memory. The church fell into disrepair after sometime and a restoration project was started in the 15th century and it took 150 years to complete. Many well known sculptors and architects were associated with the Basilica but the one that is most credited is Michelangelo, who rebuilt the dome.

St. Peter’s Basilica is the second largest church in the world but it is not a Cathedral as it is not the seat of a Bishop. There are a lot of frescoes and paintings in the Basilica and it also has a small museum that holds various treasures, including a relic with a piece of the original wooden cross on which Christ was crucified. St. Peter’s bones are buried in the Basilica and there is a statue of St. Peter and he is holding the keys to heaven in his hand. The suggestion of a physical gate to heaven, which is locked and the keys held by a Saint seems to be an effort to convince people that there is indeed a heaven and entrance is strictly regulated. Christianity seems to have many such material aspects in its practice, possibly because it is a relatively new religion.

There is also a statue of the Virgin and the Son, depicting the scene of Christ being brought down from the cross. Mary looks younger than her Son as she is supposed to have never aged as she never committed any sin, including the original sin. Possibly, Christ looks older because he had taken on the sins of all mankind. Unfortunately, the light inside the Basilica was very dim and I could not get any decent photo of this statue.

An interesting point that I heard was about the altar facing east and supposedly, this was to show that even the Rising Sun bows to Christ, the Son of God. Most Pagan religions worshipped Sun and this was supposed to be an effort to establish Christianity’s superiority but I am not sure. Most Pagan temples also face East and for all we know, this might have been copied from that and a story developed at a later stage!

As we were leaving Vatican, we came close to the famous Swiss Guard of Vatican. They are practicing Catholics from Switzerland and act as the body guards of the Pope. They have been guarding the Pope and the Vatican from the 16th century. Their uniform is very colourful and does not convey the traditional formal message that army uniforms tend to.

Vatican consumed almost all of the day and we spent the evening at Piazza Venezia, which was very close to the hotel. Mussolini’s residence, Palazzo Venezia, is in Piazza Venezia and a picture is given below. He used to address crowds from the balcony that can be seen in the picture.

Another salient feature of the Piazza Venezia is “Vittoriano” a monument in the memory of unification of Italy and the first king – Vittorio Emanuele II. Vittorio himself is shown as seated on a horse. The monument also houses the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

 

 

 

21 April 2011

With the meetings at Melbourne finishing the day before Good Friday, I had the option of spending the week end at Bangalore or somewhere off Melbourne. Since Sandhya and Bharath were not at Bangalore, I decided to spend two days taking in some sights in Victoria. Earlier, I had been to the South-West of Melbourne, along the Great Ocean Road and then going to Ballarat. So, this time I decided to head North-East and chose a town called Wangaratta, which is at the starting point of the Great Alpine Road – the road that traverses through several towns in Australian Alps. This road is supposed to be Australia’s highest sealed road accessible throughout the year and despite the fact that I had no warm clothing, I wanted to give it a try. The point that there is a wine region called Rutherglen near Wangaratta sealed the deal and so I hired a car from Melbourne and set off by mid-morning on 21st.

Thanks to the GPS and wonderful roads, I arrived at Wangaratta in reasonable time and checked into my motel. There are no real hotels in this town and I had great difficulty finding accommodation because of the long week end. Hence, I gladly took the Miller’s Cottage Motel without any complaint. Wangaratta turned out to be a one street town with a population of about 18,000.

Rutherglen is a short distance away from Wangaratta and I set off to Rutherglen town along the back roads. The day was okay even if a bit cloudy and the scenery along the road was beautiful. The main occupation of people in this region seems to be farming – cattle, sheep, grapes etc. Great meadows lined the road with large trees appearing here and there. Soon, I came up on a winery called Campbell’s and went in to have a look.

They had an interesting display of equipment used in the early days of wine making.

Hand operated basket press

Wine filter

Bottle filling machine

Corking machine

The vineyard was looking very attractive with the vines stretching on and on. The bushes were almost four feet tall and I found that the grapes had dried on the vines. It seems wine in this region is produced mostly from dried grapes and they leave it on the vine to dry. I had always thought that the grapes were plucked when they were ripe.

I soon arrived at the town of Rutherglen. This is the centre of Australia’s oldest wine growing region and is considered “historic” as it dates back to 1836. Gold was discovered here in 1860 and that is when Rutherglen got its name and shot into prominence. The first commercial establishment was the “Star Hotel”, which is still working even today.

As was the case with many small towns in those days, Rutherglen had its own newspaper as well. I saw one newspaper building – probably the original one. I have seen that there are many such local newspapers in the US as well and their towns also had the same approach of having their own newspapers. Local news seems to have been most important to the patrons and may be that is why the newspapers in the US give more prominence to local news than international stories, even today.

The town itself has been preserved rather well and the storefronts have an old-world look. Once again I was reminded of what a bad job we do in India in preserving our history.

I drove back to Wangaratta and went to the town for a quiet dinner and a glass of wine. All along the road, I saw many trees that had no leaves at all – may be because it is the Fall season now. I wonder whether these trees will grow leaves again in Spring or will they die off? I caught an image of a tree against the darkening sky and it was a picture of gloom!

22 April 2011

As usual, all plans of getting up early came to nought and the day was reasonably on by the time I drove out of my motel parking. Wangaratta town was deserted because of Good Friday and I could not even find an open coffee shop. My plan for the day was to explore the Great Alpine Road, taking in the towns of Beechworth, Bright etc. Beechworth is another “historic” town and is a short, scenic drive away from Wangaratta. The town was founded in 1850 or so and this one also became a boom town with the discovery of gold in 1852. They have also a done a good job of maintaining the old historic buildings and it has a nice, period look to it.

Of particular interest is the section where the old Town Hall, Courthouse and Telegraph Station stand. These buildings are all from the 1850s and the Telegraph Station has a working Telegraph line with an operator tapping away in Morse code, using the same old equipment, even now. I went in and sent a telegram to my cousin in Sydney and chatted with the operator. He was kind enough to pose for a photo of him sending the wire. He told me that his brother-in-law is an Indian and that he is currently getting some grief on cricket!

Next stop was the Courthouse. This is a big draw for tourists because a bushranger (basically a robber), called Ned Kelly, was tried in this Courthouse. Supposedly, he was the last of the old style desperadoes and seems to appeal a lot to the local population. The Courthouse was built in 1858 and was in use till 1989. The attendant at the Courthouse was in traditional attire and posed gladly for a picture.

He told me that Ned Kelly’s mother (Ellen) was also a colourful character. She migrated from Ireland when she was nine and married Ned’s father (John Kelly) in 1850 and had eight children with him before John’s death in 1866. She then had another child by a man named Bill Frost and when he refused to acknowledge the child, she sued him in court and won support costs for the baby. In celebration, she rode her horse around a nearby town call Benalla and was arrested for “furious riding in a reckless manner”. A few years later, she hit a police constable over his head with a shovel when he abused her daughter and was sentenced to three years in prison for attempted murder. She was held in the Courthouse at Beechworth for two months till the Circuit Judge could arrive to conduct her trial. It was while she was in prison that her son, Ned, was sentenced to death. She visited him in gaol before the night of his hanging and told him to “die like a Kelly, son”. Ellen lived to the ripe old age of 91 and died in 1923.

It was her story that attracted me more than her son’s – though all tourism web sites are filled with Ned Kelly and his exploits. He seemed to represent the resistance to the colonial power and looks like the whole Kelly family was treated a bit unfairly. Australia must have been a rough, frontier country in those days and life must have been hard for the common people. Those that survived were spirited folks that fought their way through and had little time for the “gentle, prim and proper” behaviour that so characterised Europe at that time. Ellen Kelly would have been like many others at her time. I am sure similar stories can be found in the US also. These two countries have some similarities in that they are both relatively young and were populated and developed by settlers. You can also find similarities in their treatment of the indigenous people, which was ruthless, to say the least.

Edward (Ned) Kelly was born in 1855 and led a gang of around four. They were bushrangers and Ned had a fantastic plan of setting up a Republic of North Eastern Victoria. His plan was to have the four members lead an army of supporters and he came up with an idea of having protective armour for these four important people. A replica of the armour is displayed in the Courthouse and it looks rather crude and unwieldy. In any case, all these plans came to an end with the capture and subsequent execution of Ned Kelly in 1880.

From Beechworth, I left for the town of Bright. A great part of driving around in Fall, in regions like these, are the wonderful colours that you get to see as leaves change colour. There was a whole variety from dark green to bright red on display along the roads. These leaves will all fall off by winter and the leafless trees are a desolate sight.

Bright turned out to be another small town, much like Beechworth, Rutherglen etc. En route, I stopped at a winery and had a taste of some red wine. It was quite full bodied and I liked it. About an hour’s drive from Bright, on the Great Alpine Road itself, comes the ski village of Mount Hotham. This village is at an altitude of 1862m and the route up to Hotham is quite steep with many sharp curves. The mountain seemed to be mostly jagged rock with very little vegetation. The soil layer is rather thin and it is pretty obvious that large trees will not be able to grow here. I could see many small bushes that had shed all leaves and had turned dry and white. From afar, it looked as if the mountains had grey hair!

The temperature dipped by about 10 degrees as I went up the mountain and it was quite chilly. There were some breath taking views but I could not stop at most places as the road was quite narrow. The mountains looked jagged and once could see many deep ravines. There are some footpaths, which one could explore but I could not do it as I was not dressed right and it was quite chilly and cloudy. It was almost dark by the time I got down from the mountain and I was quite tired as well by then, having driven about 250km.

I had a quiet meal once again in Wangaratta with the thought that I had to leave early next day morning to catch my flight back from Melbourne. Overall, I was happy that I had taken the time to visit this area, even if it is not very rich in history, like Europe. The views were literally breathtaking and the two days were a visual treat.

21 May 2010 

The work at Bern finished early and so I was able to catch an earlier flight into Milan and so was able to leave from Milan earlier than planned to Lake Como. I had booked a hotel in a village called Abbadia Lariana, which is on the eastern arm of the lake. I was hoping to get to the hotel by early evening so that I could take a look around when there was still some light. However, the GPS in the car ran out of power just after Milan and the car charger provided turned out to be faulty. Hence, I had to buy another charger and locating a shop proved quite tricky with no GPS, no map and no knowledge of Italian. Anyway, I managed to get one and arrived at Abbadia Lariana in due course of time. The hotel turned out to be quite okay and I was a bit apprehensive as I had done the booking in a hurry without much research.

Lake Como has an inverted Y shape with Como, at the base of the Western branch, being the most important town in the region. The lake itself is one of the three or four most important lakes in Italy and is 46 km long, 4.3 km at the widest point and has a surface area of 146 km. The town of Como is very ancient and was founded between 59 and 49 BC by Julius Ceasar.

Abbadia Lariana is very near a town called Lecco, which has a population of about 60,000. I went to Lecco for dinner and the weather being excellent, had it outside on the street in one of those European style places. The food was quite good and the wine and the ambience turned out to be even better. I like these European cafes where you can sit outside and eat or drink and watch people go by. Since there is hardly any dust or pollution, this is quite enjoyable.

22 May 2010

The hotel is on the lake shore and I awoke to a brilliant view. After breakfast, I checked with the receptionist on some suggestions of places to visit and she reeled out the normal touristy places like Como and Bellagio. However, I wanted to go to less crowded places the first day and luckily there was a good tourist guide provided by the district tourism authorities and that proved to be quite handy. I wanted to go up north to the top of the inverted Y and drive around the lake. The receptionist had no clue of what was up there as she had never gone there. Guess the story is the same everywhere; we never visit places close to where we stay!

My plan for the day was to drive around, touching upon places like Dongo (where Mussolini was captured after World War II), Stazzona, Colico etc. The idea was to go to small hillside villages, look at old churches, houses etc. and then drive along the western bank of the lake, go round the top and get back to the eastern bank. This meant I had to cross the lake in a ferry and I caught one at a town called Varenna. The drive upto Varenna was stunning and breathtakingly beautiful.  The road hugged the mountainside and twisted and turned. At best, it had just enough space for two cars to pass and at some places not even that. So driving was quite interesting and challenging. The weather was just perfect and that itself brought cheer to the heart. I have never driven in Italy before and had not done much research on parking rules etc. As a result, I parked in a paid parking area in the ferry terminal without paying the parking fees and thus got a ticket. I have no idea on how to pay the ticket and I guess the car rental company will bill me. Anyway, I got into the ferry and had a pleasant ride across the ferry to a place called Menaggio.

Menaggio turned out to be a nice little town but looked to be a bit too full of tourists for my liking and so, I continued on my way along the western bank of the lake. My immediate destination was the village of Rezzonico which had a very old castle built in the fourteenth century. When I arrived at the castle, I found out that it is a private residence now and hence not open to public. It looked impressive from outside, though not very big. I wonder how it will be to live in a medieval castle, in these times!

I decided to continue up the mountains and drove up to Stazzona. The tourist guide had mentioned that there were some restaurants in cave like surroundings called “Crotti”. I don’t know whether the restaurants had caved in or it was the imagination of the guy that wrote the guide or whether I missed it, I couldn’t find any. I stopped at a couple of other restaurants on the way but could not find out whether they were open or not as there was total misalignment on the lingua franca. I continued up the mountain and soon came to another delightful small town called Garzeno but could not find any open restaurant there. Soon thereafter, I came up on a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere; it was quite a way up the mountain. This turned out to be a very nice restaurant and more importantly, I could establish that they were open and willing to give me food. This place looked like a remote corner of Italy and I was sticking out like a sorethumb and was drawing curious glances. This was then it struck me as to how Westerners must be feeling when they visit remote places in Kerala. The menu was totally in Italian and for the people there, English did not seem to exist. So, I landed up with two huge dishes (one being a plate of cheese!) and a litre of wine; whereas I thought I was ordering a starter, main course and a glass of wine and cheese was nowhere in my mind. The wine was very nice and deceptive and served in a nice little jug. Hence, I was soon in a state of bliss and wondering why people wanted to stay in cities.

The thought of the difficult roads reined me in a bit and I decided not to finish the bliss inducing elixir. So, in due course of time, I parted company with the jug and drove to an Abbey called Abbazia di Piono. En route, I stopped at another nice little village called Peglio, which had an interesting complex of church, archway, assuary, rectory and cemetery. It was closed and so I could not go in. It was a very old building dating back to the VII Century.

After another spectacular, and at times hair-raising, drive I arrived at Abbazzia di Piona. The history of the place started in 610 AD and the abbey was thriving till the 16th Century. In the 18th Century it became a private property and was used as a farm. In the 20th Century, a wealthy family bought it and gave it to the Benedictine Cistercian congregation of Casamari. The current Abbey started functioning in the sixties. Many parts of the building date back to the twelve hundreds and there are some nice wall paintings in the courtyard.

Inside the abbey, there is a very nice courtyard with a tree and a hand pump. The chapel smelt of sandalwood and may be the wood linings and furniture are made of sandalwood. For some reason, I had not expected that sandalwood would be popular in Italy as I had associated Sandalwood with India and the tropics. One interesting aspect of the Abbey is that the priests distill their own liqueur even today and it is available for sale. At the store, I was subjected to the oddity of a priest in robes packaging and handing out liqueur. My curiosity got the better of me and I too bought a bottle. The liqueur is supposed to have some minor medicinal qualities and there are many flavours. The view around the Abbey is very beautiful and it is on the lake. Life in medieval times must have moved at a very slow, calming pace here. Today, the loud sound of some fast boat on the lake lends a jarring note to the atmosphere. I had parked the car in the village square and the walk to the Abbey was more than a kilometre and I met a couple from Milan on the way. They were impressed that someone from India had thought of visiting such a remote place.

The most noticeable aspect of the day was the beautiful scenery. It was absolutely gorgeous and while I have seen other places that are very beautiful, I have not experienced a whole day of such fantastic views. I drove for the whole day and it was beautiful everywhere – be it the quaint little villages or the mountain sides or the lake or the far of snow-capped peaks; it was just glorious. It was as if you want to take pictures all the time and that is all you want to do.

All the villages had a church in the centre and the churches were mostly medieval and built with stone – very, very nice. However, most of them were locked. I also noticed that many of these churches were built on hill tops – guess it was symbolic placement to show that God was above man! I have seen this approach in Indian temples too. Another aspect that struck me was about the cemeteries that were attached to these churches. All of them are maintained very well and have a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere. Having one’s loved ones being laid to rest in such surroundings seemed beautiful. Most graves had flowers on them and I guess one can feel the connection with those that have passed by, when there is a grave and in such calm environment. Another thing I noticed was that most tomb stones had pictures of the people buried there. I spent some time sitting in a cemetery and time seemed to stand still.

The night saw me at Lecco again and that was when I fully understood what madness football is for the Italians. Inter Milan were playing Bayern Munich in the European Champions League final and Inter Milan won the championship tonight. I was in Lecco when they won and soon the streets of Lecco were jammed full of people going around in their cars and walking around waving the Inter flags. They were honking incessantly and it was quite a cacophony and the traffic snarled up everywhere. The whole town seemed to go totally mad and it was quite an effort to get out!

23 May 2010

Today, my plans were to visit the tourist towns of Bellagio and Como and also take in some rural locales in between. Bellagio is located at the junction of the eastern and western branches and is quite an important point for tourists. Once again, the departure point of the ferry was from Varenna. Bellaggio looked very crowded and the streets that led to the town centre were very narrow, with space just enough for one car to pass. The receptionist had recommended some villa in Bellagio but after looking at the crowd, I decided to pass on it and went up the mountains to the village of Magreglio. Magreglio is interesting in that it has a church dedicated to cyclists, “Madonna del Ghisallo”. I had seen a lot of cyclists all around Lake Como and gathered that Italians were very keen on biking but I had not expected a patron saint and a church dedicated to cyclists. The church was built in the XVII century, which should be modern by the standards of the other churches I had seen! There is a picture of the virgin breast feeding above the altar and supposedly, it is greatly revered by the locals. What is most interesting is that the inside of the church is filled with medals, bicycles and other memorabilia donated by past champions. Most of the donors seem to be Italians and I could not find Lance Armstrong’s name there even though I looked for it – his was the only name I could readily recall!

From Magreglio, I decided to go further up to Asso and Canzo, which were referred to as places of “great interest” in the guide. All these fall under the Valassina area and the spectacular natural beauty continued here as well. On the way, I happened upon a very delightful old church and I could not resist stopping there to take a look. These unexpected opportunities are indeed the essence of such freewheeling drives.

Asso and Canzo turned out to be nothing more than small villages and in Canzo I came upon another church, which was open for a change. The interior looked quite rich with a very nice altar and well done ceilings, panels, organ etc.

By this time, I had less than half tank of petrol in the car and I was getting a bit worried that I may not find petrol stations in the mountains and since it was a Sunday, most places were self-service. Hence, I decided to drive on to Como as that is the largest town in the area. At Como, I parked near the Duomo (Cathedral) and had lunch at a nice pizzeria. Being wiser this time, I stuck to beer and ordered only one dish. The Duomo was closed and I could not go in. The building was not very impressive from the outside, especially as the word Duomo had automatically raised my mental reference to the one I had seen in Milan. The Duomo is very close to a nice square, where there were a lot of activities going on like music, dance etc. The one place that I wanted to visit in Como was the Volta Temple, dedicated to Alessandro Volta. He was born in Como in 1745. The museum itself was quite small and housed in a nice looking building.

Inside there were all sort of instruments that were used by Volta and in his time and also samples of his inventions. The most impressive was the various phases in the invention and development of the electric battery. Looking at the artifacts and reading through the text, I could not but be impressed at the amount of innovation and creative thought he had come up with. How could he have identified the proper materials for electrode, electrolyte etc.; what challenges he must have faced – I was left wondering about all that. In school when we learnt that he invented the battery, one almost took it as an everyday occurrence and never gave it a second thought! Given below are the various phases of the battery that were on display. Unfortunately, the artifacts were inside a glass cage and not well lit and I could not do much justice to the photographs.

There were also a few photographs and certificates and other documents but all of it were in Italian and I could not understand anything. It was an impressive experience overall and one felt an increased appreciation of Alessandro Volta.

At Como, there was also an exhibition of paintings by the Dutch artist Rubens and I wanted to see that. Unfortunately, there was a big crowd with the same idea and hence I could not get any parking. With that, I left Como and headed in the direction of another small village in the mountains called Palanzo, the main interest being the scenic drive. En route, I stopped at various petrol stations. At the first one, I could not find petrol mentioned and instead, found the word “gasolio” and that sounded close enough to gasoline for me. Fortunately, I decided to use my Blackberry and get an online translation and it turned out that gasolio was diesel and petrol was benzina in Italian. However, in all the gas stations I stopped, I found no mention of benzina and there were three or four different types of fuel with little price difference among and gasolio was present everywhere. All these petrol stations were unmanned and I was starting to get a feeling that Italians were very partial to diesel. After Palanzo, I did not want to take any more chances and decided to head to the next big town in the region – Bellagio. In the morning when I saw the town centre, it had looked like a nice to stop for a leisurely stroll in the evening.

At Bellagio, I located a petrol station (or rather, the GPS navigation tool did it for me) and fortunately, there was a person attending to the pump. Here again, I found no mention of benzina and I asked the guy where I could get some petrol. He seemed surprised at my question and pointed to one of his pumps that Super NB or something like that. That was when I realized that I had seen that at all the petrol stations I had stopped and this is how they referred to petrol. In any case, it was in a much relieved frame of mind that I drove off from the petrol station to the town centre.

It was very nice to walk through the narrow, winding lanes and it reminded me of the old town (Gamlastan) in Stockholm. Ice cream seems to be a big favourite among the Italians and it is referred to as gelato. I also tried a couple along the way and it was quite good; may be also because the day was quite warm. As in most lake side towns, Bellagio also has got a nice promenade along the shore, dotted with restaurants and bars. It was quite enjoyable to sit there quietly and watch people go by. It was starting to get late and the ferries had stopped operating. It was not very far to Abbadia Lariana by road and I was soon back at my hotel.

The two days were quite enjoyable with the great sceneries, weather and good food and I found the experience very nice even if I was by myself. Such a great place at such proximity to Milan must be a boon for all those that live in Milan. An hour and you are in this scenic setting – I guess many must have week-end homes in the Lake Como area. I felt very happy that I had decided to take this excursion in the week-end and not spent it wandering around Milan; there was no way that could have been as rewarding as this.

12 Feb 2010

We started off on the drive to Chikmagalur bright and early in three cars. It took us more than an hour to get out of Bangalore and the drive was more peaceful after that. The first stop of the day was at Halebidu, which is about 170km from Bangalore. Halebidu means old city and in Halebidu the main attraction is the Hoysaleeswara temple, founded by the Hoysala kings. Halebidu was the capital of the Hoysala Empire in the 12th century.

Legend has that in the 12th century, one day a teacher and his disciples were taking a walk in the forest when they came up on a tiger. All the students but a boy named Sala ran away. The teacher called out to Sala to kill (Hoy) the tiger – “Hoy Sala”! The boy killed the tiger and later founded the Hoysala dynasty. They ruled most of Karnataka between the 10th and 14th century and their emblem showcases the incident of Sala killing the tiger. I was impressed to note that an ordinary boy went on to become the king and founded a dynasty that ruled for about 5-6 generations and decided to look more into this after I got back to Bangalore. Wikipedia says that the Hoysalas were rulers of the hills who took advantage of the then political situation to expand their empire. Looks like the legend may not have been really true!

Belur and Halebidu are twin cities and boast of two temples built by the Hoysala kings, which are of note. The Hoysaleeswara temple complex in Halebidu actually consists of two temples – Hoysaleeswara and Kedareeswara. These temples took 195 years of work to build. The two temples are built on a single platform and have very intricate carvings, which show a lot of dedication and skill from the workers. The construction is of sandstone and so it must have been easier to work on, but the detail is amazing.

Stories from Mahabharata, Ramayana etc. are carved into these stones and the temple itself is built on a star shaped platform to provide more surface area for the carvings. The sun was fairly strong but thankfully, there were carpets all round the temple. The interior of the temple was very cool, dark and nice. These temples are dedicated to Siva and there are two idols there. There was a frame that caught my eye at the second sanctorum wherein the idol itself was kept in a poorly lit position whereas the priest was standing upfront in a very visible position to give blessings. It struck me as akin to today’s situation wherein the priests are more important than the gods! A mischievous thought I guess, but I captured it in the camera nevertheless.

The guide we had was at pains to explain how the ancient Indian texts were the first to imagine such modern items as the submarine, missile etc. by pointing out some details from some carvings. It was fairly evident that the sculptors had a good sense of humour as well; or maybe it was the interpretation of the guide. There is one particular carving which shows Siva’s bull (Nandi) carrying both Siva and Parvati; supposedly Nandi is upset at carrying Parvati as he prides himself to be Siva’s vehicle and does not like carrying women around. Hence, he is shown in the sculpture with a slightly raised tail to denote his irritation. The guide was of the view that from ancient times man was above woman and hence this depiction. My view is that this must have been an impish sense of humour at work as ancient India definitely believed in man-woman equality as can be evidenced by the concept of the Ardhanaareeswara. In any case, the image is captured below.

I have always believed that the texts of Mahabharata and Ramayana have tried to portray the world as is and the stories are designed to show that everyone has goodness and badness in them and that even the gods are not above this. Indeed there is no single character in these texts, be it god or man that is without any blemish.  One such incident is that of Rama, the personification of the Righteous Man, using devious means to kill Bali (the king of monkeys) so that his younger brother Sugreeva could become the king and help Rama. Rama is a great hero and an expert warrior; yet he shoots Bali with an arrow in the back, while the latter is engaged in a fist fight with Sugreeva. Clearly, this is not in line with the image of Rama as the epitome of goodness and valour but there has been enough cover provided through other stories (which came later, I feel) which talk about how Bali could be killed only from the back. I found it curious that the sculptors had deemed it fit to capture this image as well. See how Rama shoots an arrow through seven trees on to Bali’s back as he fights Sugreeva.

There are two large bulls also in the temple complex and according to the guide these are the sixth and seventh largest bulls in India. He went on to claim that the one dedicated to Parvati is the most beautiful one in India. I forgot to ask the guide as to why there is a bull dedicated to Parvati given Nandi’s clear displeasure in carrying her around!

The Halebidu temple complex leaves a lasting impression on one with the detail and the fine work on the sculptures.  It is simply amazing and one cannot but be impressed with the skill of the artisans in those days. They did not have the sophisticated tools of today but were able to carve out these masterpieces. The pillars look as if they were carved on a lathe but of course, there were no lathes in those days. You are left with a sense of total awe and wonder at the skill and dedication of these artists.

We left Halebidu with a sense of wonder and a clear feeling that it would have been a tremendous loss had we decided to drop it from the agenda and proceeded straight to Chikmagalur. The Chikmagalur town was about an hour’s drive from Halebidu and we got directions from there to the estate we were staying in. We had booked rooms in a working coffee estate owned by Tata Coffee and we got there in time for lunch with the last leg of the drive being over characteristically bad roads. The rooms were all in one bungalow and we had the whole place to ourselves. Lunch was very nice, especially given the hunger. The rooms were pretty large and very nice.

Towards evening, I went for a walk in the estate by myself. Earlier in the day, Vinod had seen a large snake and he had also added that snakes were very common in coffee estates; this made me extra careful in my walk! The silence was the first thing that came to you as you got away from the buildings of the estate. There were no artificial sounds and to an extent, it was even unsettling. It occurred to me that the busy life in the city might have built this need in me to have signs of human life around me all the time.  This was quite a disturbing thought indeed but nonetheless, I enjoyed my walk through the estate. I soon came upon a person named Nagaraja who was coming down the path. I conversed with him in my broken Kannada and learnt that the air gun he was carrying around was to shoot some bird (I thought it was peacock but I must have been wrong).  The scenery was beautiful even if the light was not very conducive for photography. Ripe coffee beans were a beautiful sight and I could capture some interesting shots.

13 Feb 2010

Early mornings in such locations are always very beautiful and this one was no exception either but I felt a bit lazy and did not venture out. The sit-out in the bungalow faced east and I got an interesting shot as I was playing around with the camera.

I suggested that we visit Kemmangundi and if possible, go to Baba Budanagiri that day. This turned out to be not-so-good an idea as I had not thought about the bad roads and the long journey times. We hired a vehicle that could accommodate all of us and set off for Kemmangundi. The first stop was Kalahatti Falls and we reached there after a tiring drive. The fall itself turned out to be a very small affair with a bridge constructed across. Local people believe that the waters have medicinal properties and can cure illnesses. I was not feeling very well when we got there and did not go near the falls. In addition, there was some local festival going on when we got there and a good sized crowd had gathered.

The festival reminded me of our “Mariyamman Pooja” back home as there were people with decorated idols on their head. The overall ambience was very unsophisticated and hence looked quite innocent and sincere. There were some musical instruments which were very basic and there was no apparent expertise in how they were played and that added to the feel of the event.

The villagers looked very rustic and were not elegantly clothed. Yet, their devotion was very apparent and it was clear that they had simple beliefs. At one point in time, all the ladies squatted down in front of the people carrying the idols and they broke a coconut on the ground. The people with the idols then went around the women sprinkling the water on their heads. It all looked very solemn and there was not much gaiety around. In particular, I noticed one woman who seemed totally lost in her prayer – she continued squatting even after the procession was moving out; she seemed immersed in her own world.

We then proceeded to Kemmangundi, which was another 10 km or so away. The road was pretty bad but the scenery made up for it. Kemmangundi is a small hilltop but the views are fantastic. We also saw several people trekking. We stayed for sometime soaking in the views and then turned back home as most people were played out by then. With the prospect of the long ride back, no one felt like going to Baba Budanagiri – later, I heard that it might have been better to skip Kemmangundi and go there. Rest of the day was spent at the estate in a relaxed fashion although there was a hilarious game of “Lakori” played in-between wherein the boys’ team beat the girls’ team hands down.

14 Feb 2010

I got up early in the morning and went for a long walk and almost reached up to the end of the estate. Once again, the views were most exciting and I experimented with the exposure settings of my camera and got a beautiful shot.

We checked out of the estate after breakfast and proceeded to Belur. Belur was an about an hour’s time from the estate and our objective was to visit the Channakesava Temple, which is also built by the Hoysala kings. This is a smaller temple as compared to the one at Halebidu and took 95 years to complete. This is a temple which is under active use and has a nice courtyard. The temple was built by King Vishnuvardhana in the 12th century.

Interestingly, they first built a prototype of the temple and that took them about 20 years. After successful completion of the prototype, they launched the work on the real one. A picture of the prototype is given below.

As is the case with Halebidu, this temple is also built of soapstone and is littered with intricate carvings. Once again, the detail and quality of work is amazing. The statues are very life like and many stories are told in the sculptures with great eye to details, including facial expressions. Inside the temple, there is a statue of an ideal woman with mathematical proportions – unfortunately, I could not get a photo of that statue due to light and space constraints.  Given below is the one of the most beautiful statues in the complex – a girl putting on ornaments. Parts of the statue are damaged but the quality of the work is pretty visible.

We left Belur with a feeling similar to what we had when we left from Halebidu – wonder and tremendous respect for the skills of those great artists that live in the years gone by and for the wonder that was India.

23 May 2008

We rented out a car today and after some minor escapades with French roads and the GPS – which I was using for the first time – we started on our journey to the country side. The plan is to spend the first two nights in a chateau a few miles off the town called Tours in the Loire Valley. It took us about four hours to get to our hotel but all of us forgot about the drive when we saw the hotel. It is a chateau – the Chateau des Sept Tours – that dates back to the fifteenth century but well maintained and renovated. Its grounds stretch to seventy eight acres and there is a full, eighteen-hole golf course accommodated in it. The whole ambience was fantastic and we drove around a bit and walked the grounds taking in the majestic views. The hotel has two restaurants and by mistake, we ended up at the French “gastronomic” restaurant. The chefs here were experimenting with new types of French cuisine – I found the result to be palatable but I think I was a significant minority in expressing that view. Sandhya and Bharath were not impressed at all.

24 May 2008

It was a bit of a rainy day today but we were not too badly affected. The Loire Valley is dotted with chateaus all around as it was quite a fashion in the Renaissance period for the Parisian rich to build a chateau in the Loire Valley. These chateaus were built more for comfort than for any military purpose. The first difficulty was in narrowing down which ones to visit as we did not want to have a hectic day and so we selected two – one which was supposed to be the best in the region and one in which Leonardo da Vinci spent his last days. The Chateau de Chambord is supposed to be the best Chateau in Loire Valley and may be rightfully so. The views of the chateau from the outside are stunning and it looks almost like a picture postcard with intricate architecture. The original part of the chateau is laid out like a cross with a double-helix staircase that takes up the centre portion. The two staircases wind around the central axis but never meet. This is rumoured to have been conceived by Leonardo da Vinci and that is quite possible as he was good friends with King Francois I who built the chateau.

Next on the agenda was the house in which Leonardo da Vinci spent his last years – Le Clos Luce. The drive from Chambord to Amboise (where the house is located) brought out the full majesty of the Loire Valley scenery with some stunning views. We passed three or four very beautiful looking chateaus on the way. French countryside is very beautiful indeed and I am sure we will be treated to some very good views in the coming days. It is so green and lush. Da Vinci came over to France at the age of sixty four on the invitation of King Francois I. It is rumoured that he only brought three paintings with him – two unfinished works and the Mona Lisa. He lived for three years at Le Clos Luce before he passed away. The house has been maintained as a museum to his memory. While standing in his bed chamber, looking at the bed in which he breathed his last, I was struck by the relative simplicity of the room. Here died a man who had given so many beautiful things to the world and yet his room was very simple with only the odd painting or two. We saw his many drawings and models in the museum and it was really astonishing to see the range and versatility of the multi-faceted genius that was da Vinci – he was well versed in botany and human physiology in addition to his fantastic artistic and engineering abilities. He seemed to have dreamed up a lot of fantastic machines which became reality only a few centuries after he died; that he had detailed drawings of these bear testimony to his genius. There is a nice, large garden around the house and it seems the garden was a source of inspiration for da Vinci. He was very friendly with King Francois I and we also saw a tunnel that led right into a royal palace nearby. I was very happy that we had made this visit and not missed it by mistake – that would have been a loss indeed.

25 May 2008

Another long drive took us to Beaune in Burgundy. Burgundy is an important wine region in France, in addition to Bordeaux and Champagne. I can personally vouch for that as I sit here drinking a glass of very fine red wine (the name escapes me). Wine regions generally have very good views and we hope to take in some of that tomorrow. I hope the weather will not be too much of a damper as they are calling for rain tomorrow. It was around four by the time we got to our hotel. This is also a nice, delightful old building right in the heart of town. Beaune is a very small town with a population of 22,000 or so. The main attraction in the town is an old hospital cum poor home – Hotel Dieu which was built in 1443. This was founded by the Chancellor and his wife to help the people who were stricken with famine and poverty after the Hundred Years’ War. The whole concept was quite appealing and the building is very elegant though simple and austere.

After that, we spent some time wandering around town and ended up in a Chinese restaurant for dinner. Sandhya and Bharath enjoyed themselves to the full in this oasis.

26 May 2008

It was a cloudy day today and not sunny as I had hoped for but as in the previous days, the rain did not cause any discomfort to us. We spent most of the day driving around in the wine route, which is a stretch of road about 50 km long. The views were charming and the villages were absolutely fantastic with stone buildings, cobble stone roads and narrow winding roads.

Most villages look devoid of population even though there are people living there – life moves at a leisurely crawl, I presume. I often wonder how it would be to live in such small villages; in a small world. For me, it may well be a matter of grass being greener on the other side. We had great fun trying to locate some vineyards that would have a tour (like the one we had in Yerring) but could not find any such place. We learnt later that the land is held in small packets by vineyards and these packets are not contiguous – they are distributed across many villages and so there is no big central vineyard. They all have their cellars and that is where wine tasting is held. We dropped in at a winery in a town called Nuits St. Georges and visited their cellar. The vineyard was called Moillard and the cellar is about 200 years old. There was a charming girl in there who explained to us about the distributed land holding. Most French people we have come across have been quite friendly, contrary to what I had heard. She gave us a wine to taste and it was pretty goo. Sandhya declined; Bharath did taste it but was surprised that wine was actually sour tasting – he was expecting something sweet. Earlier we had stopped at a shop and picked up a couple of bottles and so did not buy anything from Moillard.

From there we moved on to a place called Meursault and visited the Chateau there, which is also a famous vineyard. Their cellars date back to the fourteenth century and are a grand sight. Here we learnt that the grapes that are planted in the Burgundy region are the Pinot Noir and the Chardonnay – the former for red wine and the later for white wine. At the end of the tour of the cellars, there was an extended wine tasting session and the person there explained that the quality and taste of the wine differed based on time of the year the grape is plucked, the soil etc. He gave me two wines of the same vintage and same maturity but from different places (they call it cru) and they tasted very different. I was introduced to some fine wines here and I could not resist buying three bottles from them. After we returned to Beaune, I used my new found knowledge to purchase a half-bottle of fine red wine and am now sipping it as I write about this day dedicated to wine.

In the evening, we spent some time wandering around on the streets of Beaune, looking up their church, some shops etc. Beaune is a very nice small town with medieval looks, which are so appealing. There is a central walled area surrounded by a moat. That must have been the old town centre and that is visible even today. We say good bye to wine country tomorrow and our next destination is Champagne.

27 May 2008

We drove from Beanue to Reims today. In between we dropped in at an entertainment park but that was closed, much to Bharath’s disappointment. It was drizzling for almost all the way and that set us all into a slightly gloomy mood. The hotel was also not very comfortable and so our first impression of Reims was not very favourable! Soon the sun came out and we found the town nice enough to wander through. We visited a church – called Notre Dame Cathedral – which was within walking distance of the hotel. This church was built in the 1200s and has a striking resemblance to the Notre Dame church in Paris. I found this point an interesting one – I think this church was built earlier and may be the one in Paris was set in the style of this one. (I saw that some other towns have also got churches named Notre Dame and when I looked up the meaning of “Notre Dame”, I found that it means “our Lady”). French kings used to have their coronation here and the last one was Charles VII who was crowned in the presence of Joan of Arc. There is also a statue of her in the church.

We then wandered about looking at some other buildings and soon our opinion of Reims improved – the discovery and subsequent visit to an Indian restaurant helping matters no end! Tomorrow, we intend to check out the Champagne route.

28 May 2008

We started the day with a visit to the Mercier champagne house in Epernay. Epernayis at the centre of the champagne trade and has more than 100 km of cellars under its streets! The Mercier cellar is one of the most impressive and they have the largest cellar in the region.Champagneis produced by blending the juice from three varieties of grape that grow in the region – Pinot Noir, Pinot Meunier and Chardonnay. Mericer was started in 1858 by an enterprising young man called Eugene Mercier who was 20 at that time. He seems to have been quite a marketer with an eye for what would sell. In those days, champagne was made in regular sized oak barrels. The taste of champagne would differ from barrel to barrel because of the qualities of the wood. Mercier wanted to sell champagne that would taste the same and so he built one huge oak barrel with a capacity of 213,000 bottles. It took 20 years to build and weighed 23 tonnes when empty. It was finished in 1889 and Mercier took it to Paris to exhibit it in the World Exhibition in 1900. Getting the barrel to Paris was a Herculean task and it took eight days of toil with a team of 24 oxen assisted by 24 horses. It seems they had to buy and demolish some houses on the way for the barrel to pass. Any way, the effort seems to have been worth it as the Mercier barrel won the second price in the show, being upstaged only by the Eiffel Tower. This and similar other moves seem to have won Mercier a special place in the champagne business and success too. He must have been a bold and clever businessman – the investment in the huge barrel brings that out clearly.

We then drove along the champagne route with no clear destination. The views were amazing and it was a perfect sunny day as well. So, our intention was to make the most of the beautiful scenery around. We also went to Hautvillers, which is a small village where a priest called Dom Perignon perfected the art of champagne making a couple of hundred years ago. Another interesting thing that we came across was a travelling circus. They had posters stuck in many of the small towns on the way. It was very similar to the posters we have in India and somehow, I found that amusing. A travelling circus, in a developed country like France, in this day and age of all sorts of modern entertainment was not something I had expected.

We got back to Reims in the evening and packed up. Needless to say, the Indian restaurant came in handy again!

29 May 2008

We have couple more hours of sight seeing left and that is it for this tour. The first stop was Musee de la Reddition or the Surrender Museum in Reims. General Eisenhower had his war room in this building (it was a schoolhouse in those days) and it is here that Germany signed its unconditional surrender in the Second World War on May 7, 1945.  It was signed by General Alfred Jodl on behalf of the Germans. The full text of the document is available for view and is typical of field originated documents that do not get to lawyers, it is short, crisp and to the point. One can only imagine the feelings that must have gone through the minds of all concerned when such a horrible war came to an end. Unfortunately, our memories seem short and we move on from conflict to the other. There were some newspaper clippings as well – from the papers that were published the next day. Interestingly, another surrender document was signed in Berlin after two days, on Stalin’s insistence.

The last stop of the tour was Musee des Beaux-Arts, once again in Reims. There were several nice paintings here, especially by a painter called Camille Corot, who seemed to specialise in landscapes. He must have been a reasonably famous painter. There was also another painting that is supposed to be famous, “Death of Marat” by a painter called Jacques-Louis David; again the inability to recognise the piece and the artist must have to do with my ignorance on these matters. We left soon thereafter to Paris – another nice holiday comes to an end! My impressions of France underwent a change because of this trip. People were quite friendly and were as friendly as you see anywhere else in the world;Paris is a great, beautiful city, the art is fantastic and the French countryside is very scenic – these are the memories I will carry with me.

18 May 2008

Our flight got in at 9 in the morning, an hour behind schedule. It was a cloudy morning with the sun venturing out timidly once in a while. The flight was quite comfortable and all of us could rest well. We showered and changed quickly and were soon off to some lunch and sight-seeing. We are staying very near to Champs Elysees, which is the most famous road in Paris, and are within walking distance of Arc de Triomphe and we wandered there after lunch. It was a nice walk and I quite enjoyed the weather, which was bracing. Sandhya and Bharath found it to be chilly and were soon in their jackets. We took several photos at the Arc de Triomphe and also went up the steps to its terrace. There are 284 steps to the top. Napoleon Bonaparte had started building this as memorial for his various victories but he did not finish it as he soon started losing some battles and even whole wars. It was later completed and dedicated as a memorial to an unknown soldier. It very much reminded me of India Gate, which is also dedicated to such a memory. Even the shape is a bit similar and the flame and wreaths are also there.

From the Arc, we walked to Petit Palais which is the smaller of the two palaces that stand on Champs Elysees. Petit Palais was built in 1900 and is a Municipal Museum now. There was exhibition of works by the French artist Goya who was born in the later 1700s. He seems to have been a versatile artist with lot of pencil sketches, lithographs etc. to his credit. The detail in most of his work is amazing. The exhibition did seem interesting but we did not spend too much time there as Bharath was exhausted by then.

19 May 2008

The first visit planned was Louvre and we used the metro rail system to get there. There were some initial difficulties in figuring out the French system but after it dawned on us that the error in our ways was in our persistence to use a credit card, it was smooth sailing all the way. There are not many officials around on the French subway system (may be an effort at controlling costs) and that worked in our favour when we entered another station through the wrong way and ended up boarding a train without a ticket!

The Louvre turned out to be an event that exceeded my expectations. The building is very large and hosts a huge number of paintings, sculptures, engravings etc. It seems that the museum has been open to the public for the last 200 years, since the French revolution, and that struck me as something very nice – a country that opened up art for its public such a long time ago and a public that could appreciate it. My impression has been that in those days most countries were rather elitist in their approach to art. The first part of the museum that we visited was the gallery, which is 450 feet long and is lined with portraits throughout. There is so much to see in the Louvre that I realised what a Frenchman I met on the flight to Paris had said was very true – that one needs four days for Louvre alone.

The museum is housed in a very large building enclosed within a large, beautiful compound. In the courtyard, at the entrance to the museum, is a glass pyramid constructed recently by an architect of Chinese origin. It is all glass and steel and in my opinion is an eye sore, which does not connect well with the rest of the architecture. I guess I am a bit of an oldie and cannot appreciate such fusion.

We were trying to compress as much as we could into the time available before Bharath’s patience ran out. So we focused on the paintings in the Denon wing, which housed Mona Lisa. There are three more such wings in Louvre and the Denon itself is spread over three floors, of which we only got to see one. One surprising point that I noticed was that all the explanations alongside of paintings were in French. For an international museum of Louvre’s standing, it would have been more becoming had they written the descriptions in English also. After all, English is the world language today – whether the French agree or not! Of course, we had rented out audio guides which were life savers in providing salient details about the more important works.

Some of the first paintings we saw were painted in the 1400s and were done on wood – even the Mona Lisa is painted on wood – and that was something new to me. I had kind of assumed that most of these paintings were done on canvas. We saw the largest painting in Louvre – 10 ft x 10 ft or some size like that, a huge one – depicting the first miracle that Jesus worked at the wedding feast in Cana. Thereafter we saw Mona Lisa; it is a wonderful painting indeed and it seems the greatness of this painting is in the manner in which it creates a dialogue with the viewer. Earlier portraits all had a space between the viewer and the model whereas in this, one does feel a connection with the model in the painting. Unfortunately, my picture of the Mona Lisa did not come off well as I was not using the flash (as instructed by the museum authorities) and did not adjust the ISO as needed.

Next we saw a portrait that changed the style in which portraits were drawn and this was done by a painter called Titien. It was titled Man with a Glove and it was indeed very nice and one could feel the character of the model – strong, determined face – just by looking at the painting. It seems what was different about this portrait was that it brought out the character of the model rather than the wealth and standing of the model. The focus was on the individual and not on the social circumstances of the individual.

We then saw three paintings of note, one of which was a scene depicting the coronation of Napoleon at Notre Dame. This was commissioned by Napoleon himself and the interesting point was that the artist did not truthfully reproduce the scene – a prime example being the presence of Napoleon’s mother in the picture whereas she did not attend the ceremony in protest to her son calling himself an emperor and having a coronation and also as the ceremony included the coronation of Napoleon’s wife Josephine as well. I was impressed that Napoleon’s mother thought it unbecoming of her son to call himself emperor – a sure sign of how early democratic thought had started in France and to what depth it had penetrated. This is also drawn on a huge scale.

The next painting was one that caught my fancy and admiration – The Death of the Virgin by Caravaggio. Here the artist has depicted the scene of Holy Mary’s death – she is shown lying dead surrounded by some wise looking men. The beauty of the painting is that she is shown as a very normal and common woman, shorn of all divine trappings. In fact, the artist modeled the face off the corpse of a prostitute who had died around that time. The clergy had commissioned this painting and as can be easily understood, they did not appreciate the proletarian attitude of the painter and they rejected it outright. It seems it took the artist more than a decade to get back to public favour.

The last one was called “Raft on the Medusa” and showed a raft full of ship wrecked sailors sighting a distant sail. Here again, the artist has very skillfully brought out the sufferings and agonies of human beings in such conditions and supposedly, this was one of the first paintings that used commoners as subjects and not royals and such other important people. The theme was also unusual and the painting caused a lot of controversy when it was unveiled; fortunately wiser counsel prevailed and it is still available for viewing.

By this time, Bharath was really tired and we bid adieu to the Louvre. If I ever get back to Paris with some time on my hands, I know where to go!

We then had lunch at a nearby restaurant and set off to Notre Dame. This is one of the most famous churches in France and construction was started in 1163 AD and took 200 years to complete. The coronation of Napoleon Bonaparte and his wife, Josephine, took place here. It is a most impressive building with a majestically rising high ceiling and many beautifully worked stained glass windows. Notre Dame is considered to the “point zero” for the road system in France and all distances expressed are as measured to Notre Dame. This church is still functioning and we saw confessions taking place in a couple of booths when we went there – they were glass doored rooms and the priest was facing the person who was talking. I had understood that there will always be a partition between the priest and the one confessing. As is the case with most churches, Notre Dame also appears to be a very rich church and they also had an exhibition of the treasures of the church. Unfortunately, all explanations were in French and I could not understand anything – there were some bones and some very rich looking stuff. Once again, one is left dumbfounded at how far the “flock” has strayed after their shepherd was gone. I am sure that Jesus would have been appalled at the wealth of the church and the positively garish and ornate costumes that some of the clergy wore. It seems that Notre Dame has in its custody, the original wreath of thorns that was placed on Jesus’ head before he was crucified. This is displayed on special occasions only and so we could not see it – that was a disappointment.

The next stop was Eiffel Tower. Prior to the visit, I had been fairly dismissive of the Tower, considering it a mere piece of structural engineering, commonplace today among the sky scrapers. The majesty of the Tower struck me in full force as I stood beneath it and looked up at its full 324 metres of height. The engineering is amazing, especially as you considered that the whole thing is mostly held together by rivets and it was erected in 1889 when they had no access to computer aided designing and complex weight calculations. All of that had to be done by hand; yet the tower was completed in 2 years and 2 months by a team of 50 engineers and 5300 workmen. This was made for the World Exhibition that was held in Paris in 1900 and won the first prize in the exhibition. All this really gave me a new perspective about the Eiffel Tower.

We went up in a lift, all the way up to the top from where we could get great views of the sprawling metropolis that is Paris. We travelled back by lift to the first floor and walked down the remaining part through steps. Overall, it was a very nice experience and that was our last visit of a hectic day.

Bharath had handled the day reasonably well and we were all tired towards the end. The evening had a joyous end as we were able to locate an Indian restaurant near our hotel. It is very doubtful whether we would ever have visited the place if it were in Bangalore but scarcity is a great magnifier of perceived quality and we were in there trying to get our fill. I am sure this will be where we will have all our dinners till we leave Paris.

20 May 2008

We went to the Disneyland Park today; it is located 32 km outside of Paris. It is a very nice place with well designed rides and well maintained attractions and great landscaping. Bharath was quite thrilled with the place and we spent the entire day there. However, there is nothing special to note as this was just another amusement park. What is most impressive is Disney’s ability to market all of the old tales including fairy tales, Aladdin etc. and make money of those.

21 May 2008

We had earmarked this day for some more museums in Paris and a cruise on the river Seine. The fist stop was Musee D’Orsay. This is a museum that exhibits paintings that come after the period of the paintings exhibited in Louvre. This is housed in an old train station but it looks quite impressive all the same. There are three floors of paintings and sculptures and is another wonderful location that can easily take up a day. There were paintings by a lot of masters and the names I could recognise included Paul Cezanne, Claude Monet, Vincent Van Gogh, Paul Gauguin, Manet etc. I guess these painters come under what is termed as “impressionist” painters. The colours and the life in the paintings were quite noticeable. Van Gogh’s self portrait (one among the several he has painted) is very striking and the artist has managed to inject a lot of life into the painting. He has certainly achieved his objective of “capturing more than what a photographer can do” as he remarked to his sister once. The paintings we saw were those that Van Gogh had painted after he recovered from his mental illness. He was under the care of a friend, who was also a Doctor. It seems he painted a lot in that period, averaging more than one work a day!

I had seen some reproductions of Monet’s rendering of his garden and lilies and it was very nice to see the originals. This artist spent a significant portion of his time in his garden and his garden is his most used theme. He was trying to capture the play of light and the difference it made to the perception of the object. We saw three paintings that he drew at the same time – it was of the same church but under different weather conditions and different lighting (morning, evening etc.). It seems he had all three canvases mounted in a room opposite the church for six months and chose the one to work on depending on the weather and time of the day.

There were a lot of other paintings also but we could not do full justice as time was running out and it would have been a bit taxing on Bharath to spend more than three hours in a museum. In fact, he has already started viewing museums as places best avoided. To be fair to him, I think he has put up with these challenges rather well. Once again, I left with a feeling that one must go back sometime. I had learnt from my mistakes on the photography front at Louvre and so could get some photos of the paintings.

All major cities with history and culture are situated by a river and Paris is no exception. The river Seine divides the city into what is referred to as the right bank and the left bank – that is if one stands facing west. We got into a boat that was doing a sixty minute cruise on Seine. There are two islands in Seine and it seems that Paris started out initially as just the larger island. It then expanded into the right and left banks with the building of some bridges. Notre Dame stands in this island. One can see the Grand Palais, Louvre, Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower etc. from the Seine. There is also a replica of the Statue of Liberty in one end of the smaller island. You can actually capture Eiffel Tower and this statue in one photo frame!

Our last stop was a museum that exhibits paintings starting from 1900 – National Museum of Modern Art. I was hoping to see some works of Picasso here and had skipped the Picasso Museum because of paucity of time. This museum is housed in a building called Centre Pompidou and the building itself is post-modern and is one with its “insides turned out”. I was reminded of an office building I had seen in London that had the same theme. In any case, the whole idea is revolting, if you ask me.

The exhibition itself turned out to be a serious disappointment for me and the less said about it, the better. They had only one painting of Picasso and all the paintings were “post modern”. I could not appreciate the vast majority of the paintings there and I felt that many had got in there just because the painters were famous (which begs the question as to how they got famous in the first place). The commentaries were totally ludicrous and I felt most of it was simply made up (for e.g., “the artist is exploring the perceptive subjectivity of the object”). May be these paintings are beyond me and may be these are really interesting works of art but I found myself agreeing with Bharath’s comment: “My paintings are much better than these”.

22 May 2008

We visited Versailles and Fontainebleau today. Versailles Palace is about 30 km from Paris and is the grandest and the most famous chateau in France. It was built in the 17th century by Louis XIV, who was also known as the Sun King. There was a hunting lodge on this location and when Louis XIV went there for a hunt, he was so enchanted by the place that he decided to build a palace there and move his court. This is an enormous palace and has about 800 rooms and stands in a huge park with its own forest. There are about 78 fountains here and a big canal but the sad fact is that the builders could never manage to get enough water from the river, which was five kilometres away. As a result, all the fountains were shut down and were operated by a man walking ahead whenever the King was taking a stroll. The water scarcity may not have been a matter of grave consequence to the kings as Louis XVI is rumoured to have taken only 40 baths in his lifetime! Bharath was quite taken aback by this statistic. The palace and the grounds are most impressive and the rooms themselves are large and ornate. Not all rooms are open to the public but the most important ones like the King’s Chamber and the Queen’s Chamber are. A very interesting point is that the Queens of that time used to give birth in public to establish the authenticity of the heir’s claim! That must have been quite an ordeal. Marie Antoinette was in this palace when the French Revolution happened but managed to escape from the marauding crowds through a back door.

Marie Antoinette married Louis XVI when she was in her early teens and was brought to Versailles as that was the seat of the government. It seems she never got accustomed to the palace and so she never stayed at the palace – instead she stayed at a humble building nearby. She also built a small village nearby with ten houses or so. Nobody ever stayed at those houses but Marie and her friends spent time there for fun and frolic – so it was a kind of ghost village! It is said that the Treaty of Versailles, which ended the World War I (and whose harsh covenants were rumoured to have instigated World War II) was signed in this palace but there was no mention of it anywhere – which was a bit surprising.

The next stop was Fontainebleau. This is another large palace – said to have about 1900 rooms but not as ornate as Versailles. This palace was first built-in twelfth century and then extensively remodelled in Renaissance style by Francois I. As seems to have been the style in those days, all of the walls are surrounded by wood panels, tapestries or wall papers. The most important point about this palace was the affection Napoleon Bonaparte had for the place. He used to refer to it as his home and it was here that he abdicated after he lost to the British. He bid good bye to his people from the steps of the horse-shoe staircase that leads to the entrance of the palace. Napoleon’s bed chamber was impressive but not overly ornate or decorated (compared with what used to be in style in those days) and it was a strange feeling to stand in that chamber and realise that the great Napoleon stood there once!Another interesting aspect of this palace is that the Mona Lisa (La Jaconde as the French call it) once hung here. This was also the “sorting office” for sending precious art pieces to secretive locations when war broke out in 1939. The curator at Louvre was responsible for keeping the precious art pieces, including Mona Lisa, safe throughout the years of war and he did this by secreting those away in far off chateaus.

We then moved on to a small village near the palace called Barbizon and it was an interesting place. A nice, quaint village in a very beautiful setting, it is home to some well known artists. We saw a house where Robert Louis Stevenson spent some time. I like these small villages that one comes across in Europe. I have always been fascinated by those that I have seen in England and I guess France has its fair share too. We are leaving Paris tomorrow and I am looking forward to the visit to the country – I hope it is as beautiful as the English countryside is in summer.Parisitself was a revelation to me. I had always considered London as the most beautiful city I have been to – because of the nice old buildings and the walks that one can do around the city – but I now think Paris is better. I guess what tilts the scale is the presence of so much beautiful art.