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« Reply #45 on: 13:00:50, 30-09-2008 » |
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I'd call it baroque, and if it is C19, then it is baroque pastiche (as many Italian churches are.)
The difference between baroque and rococo is not that clear. Rococo is usually associated with the decorative arts, rather than architecture, but I could see the Die Wies has a playful irregularity even in the plan, not just in the decoration.
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« Reply #46 on: 13:09:47, 30-09-2008 » |
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Trier is very interesting town. It was Roman town. They had celt tribes there. They sometimes build celt camps. There is a Roman Bath and areana (like in Roma). Later some Bishops were in charge. Residence of whatever they called their Prince is amazing. I will try to find it. This is general view. There is Carl Marx museum of course with a lots of chinese tourists. Here is that dome
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« Reply #47 on: 17:58:26, 30-09-2008 » |
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Don Basilio, it's been a while since I toured the Baroque/Rococo Churches of Germany, but more recently of Prague (which could possibly outdo the German Churches in ornamentation.
Whilst initially I find them quite awe inspiring and overwhelming with the amazing decoration and statuary after a while I feel I have overdosed on too much icing on the cake and long for a simple Anglo-Catholic Church smelling slightly of damp.
However, sayng that, I love your pictures and would like to see more and I think you mentioned colourful local characters?
As an aside, for the foodies, what did you think of the cuisine?
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« Reply #48 on: 19:18:45, 30-09-2008 » |
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I think my favouite supper was in Italy near Trieste, where the waiter rolled up a trolley stacked with raw fish, and asked us to choose. There was no printed menu. There was no wine list either. Sancho went up to the cabinet and chose a suitable local wine, worried at what it might cost. As it was it was dead cheap and met Sancho's high standards.
There was a German restaurant, feeling like a cellar out of Terry Pratchett, where the waitress was confused that we wanted to order a starter and a main course at the same time. In the event I chose what I thought was a Franconian Festival dish. In fact Hochzeitessen meant Wedding Food, to much German amusement. Stewed veal slices in horseraddish sauce, with crispy noodles.
The bill was undercharged too, bless them.
More baroque and local colour to come.
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« Reply #49 on: 19:39:19, 30-09-2008 » |
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Don Bailisio,
That reminds me of the famous restaurant on Lake Trasimeno, (name I forget for mo, was featured on BBC2 few years agi) no menu, just a girl reciting the dishes. I chose the eel casserole and really glad I did. My one and only time for eel. The Church was wonderful, will find piccies.
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« Reply #50 on: 20:43:54, 30-09-2008 » |
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Trier is the oldest German city. It was somewhat interesting to visit, though I was there for another visit.
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« Reply #51 on: 21:18:45, 30-09-2008 » |
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And then there was the wonderfully laid back restaurant in Spilembergo, where they denied knowledge of having my reservation. They gave us a room in any case, and hoped nobody else turned up.
The menu was on a large white board carried round to each table in turn. When a dish was finished, they licked a finger and wiped it off.
One item was Brasato di asinello. I thought asinello was donkey. Sancho asked the waitress (in tourist Italian) what was "asinello"? "Eyore, eyore" she replied (translated: there is no letter Y in Italian.)
He chose it and said it was like gamey veal.
I had Fegato alla veneziana with polenta, ie Venetian liver.
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« Reply #52 on: 21:37:42, 30-09-2008 » |
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And here is a picture I took in Spilembergo of a plaque underneath a tower in the walls leading to the old town. As far as my Italian can tell, it says "The dead body of the young patriot, Primo Zanetti, hung for an hour from this tower on 13 July 1944, strangled by barbarian German fascists. In eternal execration of this, the people of Spilembergo placed this marble, 13 July 1945."
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« Reply #53 on: 22:32:06, 30-09-2008 » |
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And here is the Communist HQ at Gubbio, Umbria
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« Reply #54 on: 11:05:19, 01-10-2008 » |
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Gubbio - where St Francis converted the wolf. I was thought that was the most moving Franciscan legend, but Messaien didn't include it in his opera. Maybe if Francis had converted a vulture.
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« Reply #55 on: 11:45:02, 01-10-2008 » |
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Here is the sanctuary of Die Wies. The statue of Christ being scourged is above the altar. The painting above is in fact set back from the level of the altar, and is viewed through an architectural frame. Baroque is often heavy and oppressive. Die Wies certainly is not that. I had thought it was going to be outrageously frivolous, but spending some time there I found it rather sweet and playful. Much more endearing than Ludwig's castles down the road.
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« Reply #56 on: 14:11:45, 01-10-2008 » |
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Don Basilio, I like the way it draws you in to the altar and it's really quite delicate and light. Rather than derail your thread I might post something on The Church thread about Baroque. Did you go to a Service there?
Gubbio is one of my favourite places in Umbria and St. Francis and the Wolf is a lovely tale.
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« Reply #57 on: 16:18:48, 01-10-2008 » |
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This church looks very much like St Pauline church in Trier. May be St Pauline church is smaller.
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« Reply #58 on: 16:31:51, 01-10-2008 » |
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We didn't attend a service at Die Wies, but it has a programme of events and masses throughout the year, as on their website. I cannot find a way to silence the jolly but insistent baroque trumpet piece that the website plays over and over again. http://www.wieskirche.de/eframset.htmIf you hurry out there you could attend: Festival of the Brotherhood of the Scourged Saviour of the Wies 2008
Saturday, October 11
5:00 p.m. Vesper
8:00 p.m. Vigil
Sunday, October 12 8:00 a.m. Holy Mass 9:30 a.m. Festival Mass Festival Mass in D 'Missa solemnis' by Ludwig von Beethoven with concluding outdoor procession
4:30 p.m. Festival Vesper with admission of new members of the Brotherhood of the Scourged Saviour
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« Reply #59 on: 16:58:25, 01-10-2008 » |
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I have never heard of any Beethoven mass being performed liturgically. The altar at which this will be celebrated is the following admirable but misplaced attempt to introduce a note of simplicity in the place. I do wish they had covered the back and sides of the trestle table with a hanging as well as the front: And the music will probably be performed from the organ loft:
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