Curated Carlos

I’m writing this on Saturday since I never got around to posting yesterday.

València is truly a gem! Spain’s third largest city is worth visiting. It’s much better that Barcelona, and in late November there are virtually no tourists. The horrible floods earlier this month mainly affected the southern suburbs, sparing the city center. After a horrific flood in 1957, the Franco government embarked on a major infrastructure project to reroute the Rio Turia away from the center to the south. The former riverbed was transformed into a stately kilometers-long park, the Jardí de Turia, along which I took an extensive walk yesterday. The park is filled with exquisite trees, including orange trees, soccer fields and running trails. It’s the largest city park in Spain. Among its attractions is the science and arts complex, which adjoins a prominent oceanographic museum. The Museum of Sciences was finished early this century and was designed by the famous architect Santiago Calatrava. The modest admission of €7 provides access to four levels of amazing scientific and environmental exhibits.

The complex also features a modernist concert hall, the Palau des Arts.

I walked almost four miles through the Jardí to the Torres de Serrans, built in 1392, which I visited on Thursday. From there I made my way through the old town to the highly-recommended Puerta del Sol, where I enjoyed an excellent sea bass accompanied by a dry vino blanco.

This morning I went to an adequate gym for a much-needed lifting session. Cuzco Gym and Fitness was an 8-minute walk from my apartment and was staffed by a lovely Dutch expat. The fee was only £10, and the gym was thankfully rather empty, so I could go about my normal routine. Afterwards I headed back to my place to run a wash, after my hostess explained how to run the always mystifying European washers!

I received several great restaurant suggestions, so after some more walking through the city, I’ll have my usual late lunch.

Before closing, I’ll comment on the well-reported migrant crisis. Since it’s a shoulder season in terms of tourism there are virtually no foreign tourists in València. The vast majority of the people one sees on the streets are native Spaniards. While in Madrid there were a handful of women with headscarves, they appeared to be rather fair, so I’m assuming they were from former Spanish Morocco. I spoke to a few and they seem well accepted. Of course, as I wrote earlier, the Moors ruled Spain for centuries and the Spanish language is filled with Arabic words. Perhaps some of the immigrants are distantly related to the Moriscos who were expelled from Spain by Philip III in the early 17th century.

Even though Spain has a disastrously low total fertility rate, I noticed a number of strollers in València. The parents, however, are generally in their late 30s or early 40s. The children are well-behaved and well-dressed. Even though the per capita GDP is less than half that of the US, the people seem to live well and are uniformly height and weight proportionate, without the endemic obesity and slovenliness of many “richer” Americans. The stores are thriving and the restaurants are well patronized. As has been reported, there are a thousand additives forbidden in the EU that are allowed in the US. Hopefully, Americans can recover from chronic obesity and disease.

Before heading to the Chamartín high-speed rail station this morning I took a nice walk down to the Royal Palace. As a frequent traveler to continental Europe, I am always impressed with the cleanliness and order of many European cities. I saw municipal workers sweeping up leaves and cigarette butts (no leaf blowers). The other striking feature is the absence of homeless people. Like most of its EU partners, Spain is a liberal democracy; yet its streets are free of the homeless and the associated litter and human waste matter. There’s something terribly wrong with the governance of most US cities. It’s not fair to ascribe this to liberal leadership; rather, it’s what I call “abdicationism”, the willful refusal to police the existing laws, thus making life miserable for law-abiding citizens.

I’ve also commented on the aesthetic superiority of European (and certainly East Asian) infrastructure. While the US builds cheaply, with its reinforced concrete sidewalks rather than pavers, Spanish city streets are smoothly paved, with no potholes, and the transit system is superb. While en route to Valencia on a high-speed train, I saw several other high-speed trains on adjacent tracks rushing passengers to their destinations at 130 mph. The trains themselves are spotless. Even the toilets are sparkling.

València is a lovely old city. Fortunately , the disastrous floods earlier this month spared the city itself. I noticed that all the signage is in Spanish and Catalan. There’s a reason behind this. After defeating the Moors in 1278, King James I established the Kingdom of València, which thrived for centuries. It’s now the third largest city in Spain, with a population of 2.5 million (metro). The reason for the adoption of Catalan is attributed to the importation of women to València from Catalonia, since the departure of the Moors left the city depopulated. The king invited women from the north to move to València to marry his soldiers.

As I typically do on the first day of visiting a new city, I booked a free city tour, which began at 4:00 pm. The guides are always excellent since they receive more in tips than many private guides do. However, today’s guide was somewhat hard to understand and was kind of a bore, blabbing about paella and other uninteresting topics. I was the only American and had a delightful chat with a German couple afterwards. They didn’t seem alarmed by our recent election. I guessed that they were conservatives. They appreciated my information about the Electoral College, which generally is well-received by non-Americans.

After passing through the Serrans gate, I was able to grab a shot of the dramatic sky in the east.

València’s medieval quarter is charming and full of artisanal shops and inviting restaurants. Tomorrow I plan to delve more deeply into the city and perhaps rent a bike to explore the vast green area just to the east of town, with a trek to the Mediterranean coast if possible after the floods.

As I wrote in my last post, I slept for almost eleven hours last night after a long day and a red eye flight to Madrid. I woke up energized and ready to explore.

I headed down to the Plaza del Teatro and had brunch across from the Teatro Real, Madrid’s opera house. They’re staging a Handel opera, but unfortunately the next performance isn’t until tomorrow night, when I’ll be in Valéncia. The scrambled eggs, avocado, smoked salmon and small arugula and tomato salad was excellent.

After brunch, I headed over to the Royal Palace grounds. I toured the palace in 2013, so this time I simply walked the grounds and bought a ticket to the Almudena Cathedral, which I missed the last time. The Royal Palace is the largest in Europe and is administered by the Patrimonio Nacional, which preserves and safeguards national monuments and the national patrimony. It’s a concept I’ve long admired. It also maintains two sites that I toured in 2013: El Escorial and El Valle de los Caidos, located in the Sierra west of the city. When I visited the Valley of the Fallen in 2013, the tombs of Francisco Franco and José Antonio Primo de Rivera were still intact. They’ve been disinterred in recent years under political pressure. Views of the Palacio Real:

Directly across from the Royal Palace stands the Almudena Cathedral, which was built over a span of 100 years beginning in 1893 in the French Gothic style. A modest entrance fee allows visitors to tour the interior and walk up to the dome, where one can take in panoramic views of the the Hapsburg-inspired royal district of Madrid, including the temporarily closed Campo del Moro, formerly a royal hunting ground. Views from the cathedral below.

I then revisited the Plaza Mayor, the Habsburg-inspired main plaza. Most are unaware that the Hapsburgs ruled Spain from 1516 to 1700 when the Spanish Empire was at its zenith. Charles V and Philip II were two noteworthy kings. It was also under the Hapsburgs that hundreds of thousands of Moriscos were deported from Spain. The Moriscos were Moors who had converted to Christianity after the Reconquista. The Church and the King were always suspicious of the Moriscos’ true intentions in converting to Christianity and planned their removal. Part of this was related to the concept of Limpieza del Sangre, or purity of the blood, in this case referring to the true Catholic Spain of Visigoth and Celtic origins. Although many nobles who employed the Moriscos on their estates objected to losing their valued and talented vassals, the reactionary elements of the Inquisition and Philip III persevered. This period is a fascinating yet largely forgotten part of Spanish history. Plaza Mayor with Christmas tree prep:

Neighboring the Plaza Mayor is the splendid Mercado de San Miguel, a food emporium. I grazed the stalls for dinner tonight. This is similar to the TimeOut market in Lisbon that I described in September 2022.

Since WordPress’ upload function on photos from IPhone has become impossibly tedious and capricious, allowing only one photo at a time, my blogging going forward is likely to become increasingly terse. I won’t be renewing next year.

Later in the afternoon, I did a circumnavigation of the Retiro park. Tomorrow I leave for Valéncia.

I arrived in Madrid around 7:30 am in the morning gloom, since sunrise at this latitude isn’t until 8:05. Typically, Delta One’s business class product is superb, but this one was mediocre. It was a 767, which I didn’t know was still in service. The power outlet didn’t work, there was no personal light for reading, and the food was awful. At least there was a fully flat sleeping configuration with a decent pillow and blanket. I doubt that I slept more than an hour. Passport control at Madrid Barajas was quick and I grabbed a ride to my hotel. The fall scenery was splendid and the drive took us through several city parks which was pleasant.

My hotel had a room available for early check-in, so I dropped off my luggage and set out for a long walk in the crisp autumn air. I didn’t dare take a nap for fear that I’d sleep for hours. My routine on the first day is to stay up as late as I can to acclimate myself to the time zone. Last night I dropped at 8:00 pm and arose this morning around 7:45! I’ll describe today’s itinerary tonight.

A friend and his wife suggested brunch at El Federal, which was a 3 km. walk from my hotel. I walked along the Gran Vía, Madrid’s broad shopping and commercial artery. It was somewhat depressing to see the usual American fast food and clothing chains. En route, I stopped at the Plaza de España to admire two high-rises built over 60 years ago during the Franco regime. At the time they were among the tallest in Europe. El Torre de Madrid at 37 stories is the tallest and El Edificio, completed in 1953, is 26. There’s a large fountain with a statue of Cervantes in the middle.

After lunch I walked to the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum where I’d purchased a ticket online. The area around the museum is filled with monumental buildings and parks. The streets are lined with mature chestnut and sycamore trees showing their fall colors. The Thyssen is almost overwhelming in its immense collection spanning over four centuries, from Dutch Masters through Impressionism and Abstract Expressionism to 20th c. American and European modern and pop art. It would take two days to see all four floors. They even had a Jamie Wyeth.

After spending a few hours at the Thyssen, I walked over to the Paseo del Prado past the Prado, where I’d spent an afternoon in 2013 admiring the Spanish Masters. I revisited the Royal Botanical Gardens before walking up the leafy El Retiro, which had formerly been a royal hunting ground. The area is full of upscale apartments and elegant bistros.

I took the long way back to the hotel through the government quarter, passing the Army headquarters, government ministries and office buildings, and finally the Chamber of Deputies, the parliament. After almost eleven miles, I was ready for dinner at the hotel and an early bedtime.

Last Saturday, while visiting my sisters in the Philadelphia exurbs, I suggested that we drive down to eastern Montgomery County to explore the Pennypack Preserve. As a child, I occasionally rode my old Schwinn 3-speed in that area, before the woods across from the Abington Memorial Hospital June Fete grounds were converted into an ecological trust. The whole area retains its rural and forested nature despite its closeness to the Philadelphia city line.

The day was dreary with intermittent rain as we made our way to the mid-19th c. bridge over the Pennypack Creek to join the Pennypack Trail.

Our destination was the gulch a half mile north of the old stone bridge where, on December 5, 1921, two Philadelphia & Reading Railroad passenger trains collided in a horrific accident which claimed 26 lives and resulted in the prohibition of wooden passenger carriages. The signage provides an excellent overview of the tragedy. I’ve included shots of the gulch and the curve as well as some remaining telegraph poles from the day and the signal semaphore.

I only found out about the tragedy a year ago, and few people in the Philadelphia metro region have ever heard about it.

The old Bryn Athyn station, now repurposed as a post office, was where the engineers at fault received the written instructions from the stationmaster to wait on the siding a hundred meters north to wait for the daily milk train from Newtown to Philadelphia to pass. The engineers assumed that it was safe to return to the main track since they hadn’t read the daily update informing them that an unscheduled express train was a few hundred meters behind the milk train. When the stationmaster saw the train move forward, he ran after it frantically yelling at them to return to the siding, to no avail. Knowing what was about to happen, he called the local fire department and ambulance to head to the gulch.

This video recounts the tragedy in a comprehensive way. The narrator has the classic Philadelphia suburban accent.

Returning to the visitor’s center and our car, the rain picked up a bit. We met two college guys who were fishing. When I asked them if there were trout in the creek, they said no-only crappies. When we saw them later as they headed to their car, they excitedly reported that they had indeed caught a trout and showed us the picture. Since it’s a catch and release creek, the photo is their souvenir. I brought them surprisingly good luck.

As we crossed the meadow I was able to catch a pic of Cairnwood and the top of the Bryn Athyn Cathedral, which I wrote about in 2022. The preserve is a real gem in the midst of the suburbs.

I awoke to a cool morning, so I went for an early walk on Victory Day, a national holiday celebrating the end of WW2 in Europe. I snapped a few pics on my walk

My return flight is through Paris CDG and then back to Nashville. Check-in and security at PRG was super fast, and I’m now sitting in the business lounge waiting for my flight.

Concluding my 16th trip to Europe, I can recap my impressions for this latest visit.

Two nights were enough for Amsterdam. Even in April it was crowded. I can’t imagine what the summer will be like. I know mine is a minority view; but I’m the type who prefers Madrid over Barcelona and Siena over Firenze.

The German cities I visited were all new to me. I’ve spent time in Bavaria and Hesse, but never ventured north or east, to the former DDR.

Münster is a city few visit, but it’s a beautiful and charming old town. Hamburg was impressive and full of great museums and parks. Berlin was fascinating, with such a juxtaposition of new and old, freedom and authoritarianism. It’s now the largest city in the European Union and is a dining and walking paradise. And Potsdam is a must-do side trip.

I was surprised to discover Leipzig’s charm and vibrancy. It’s doing well financially and has an incredible cultural patrimony for its size. It’s another hidden gem that few Americans visit.

Dresden is an elegant city, precisely rebuilt in the past 30 years. I wished I had booked a third night. A bit more touristy than Leipzig.

Finally, Prague is as beautiful as it was when I visited in 2001, although the number of tourists has swelled and there must be a hundred times more restaurants and shops than I remember from my last trip. Since it was unscathed during both world wars, its ancient and Baroque architectural legacy is intact. Discovering hidden tourist-free neighborhoods like Nový Swět is a special treat.

There are three European countries I haven’t yet visited: Norway, Greece and Albania. I’ve heard great things about Albania over the years. Now I have to decide which time of the year is best for visiting all three.

Thanks to all those who have been following my blog.

As readers of my older posts know, I always find the small European washing machines a bit hard to decipher, especially when written in Czech. A little Google translation led me to discover that the Gorenje machine doubles as a dryer. The wash cycle was two hours and the dry cycle was three in this very energy-conscious continent. I’m glad I got an early start.

After throwing the clothes in the dryer cycle, I decided that this was a museum day, so I walked over to the Malostranská metro station for the quick ride to the Muzeum station. I didn’t want to navigate through masses of umbrellas.

There was a long line to get into the National Museum, so I checked their website and saw that they had automated ticket machines, so I walked right in and had my ticket in 30 seconds. I suppose tourists are afraid to use the automated version.

The special exhibition was “Baroque Art and Life in Bohemia and Bavaria” and it was well curated.

Here are some of the works on display plus information in English:

The third floor held a permanent natural history and rocks and minerals collection. There were thousands of minerals. I could’ve spent an hour there.

Finally, the second floor had a gallery devoted to the decade of the 1950s, during the most totalitarian period of Communist rule.

I decided to trek up the big hill and walk through the Nový Svět neighborhood in the rain and have a very late lunch at a charming bistro that I noticed on Sunday; but, alas, it was closed. So I popped into a surprisingly good local Czech place instead.

Rainy days are good for museums and churches, the latter of which Prague has a countless number, generally of the Baroque variety. Like Wagner’s operas though, a little bit of Baroque goes a long way. Nonetheless I decided to enter the Loreto monastery, a place I’ve photographed and walked past both this week and in 2021.

I forgot what a big thing relics once were. From fingers to fingernails, from bones to shriveled feet, the number of these macabre fragments, often encased in gold or crystal, boggles the mind. The Loreto’s small museum was worth the visit. I even left an amusing note in the guestbook. When I was on my way out, it had already closed and the sextant unlocked the gate for me.

I imagine the last exhibit would induce excitement in some quarters, not necessarily of the penitential sort.

From Nový Svêt I got a nice pic of the distant St Vitus Cathedral before popping into the Baroque Church of the Virgin Mary, Mother of Perpetual Help.

I’ll probably hang around the neighborhood tonight since I fly back tomorrow. At least I’m leaving at a civilized hour!

When traveling, I sometimes indulge in “dark tourism” out of my great curiosity about the effects of wars and authoritarian governments. When I first visited Prague a few weeks after 9/11, I ventured out to see Lidice, the site of an infamous massacre that the SS perpetrated on a small village on June 10, 1942 following the assassination of SS Reichsprotektor and Hitler protégé Reinhard Heinrich at the end of May. His assassination was planned by British intelligence, who trained Czech operatives in covert operations and parachuted two of them into the Prague region. Operation Anthropoid was the name of the venture. The 2015 movie Anthropoid is worth watching.

Hitler was enraged by the loss of Heydrich and ordered that any town suspected of harboring the assassins or accomplices be razed to the ground and its inhabitants killed. The SS fingered the village of Lidice for annihilation, even though there was no evidence that the townspeople had hidden any of the operatives.

On June 10 the SS descended on the town of 503. All men and boys over the age of 15 were shot by firing squads. Several men who were away that day were later arrested and executed. 187 women and 88 children were sent to concentration camps. The women were placed at Ravensbrück. 83 of the children were gassed at Chełmno. Only a few survived the war.

The SS then blew up the town’s buildings, killed all the animals and plowed the fields under, literally wiping the village off the face of the earth. The well publicized reprisal caused an uproar in the Allied countries.

This afternoon, the site was lushly green and pleasant. There were no tourists. I was the only visitor to the museum, which started with a ten-minute film. Afterwards I toured the exhibit, which featured photographs of many of the victims from early 1942 before the massacre. The following pics are from the museum and adjoining grounds.

After the museum visit, I took a long walk through the same memorial fields that I’d taken in October 2001. Again, except for two local couples walking their dogs, I was the only visitor. The memorial statue to the children was heart-rending and emotional, just as it had been 23 years ago.

Next, I walked to the site of the village church, a memorial at the burial ground of the village’s murdered men, and then to the only remains of one of the village houses.

For most, foreign travel is about enjoying new cities and delighting in other cultures. In my 16 trips to Europe, I also wanted to encounter the darker side of history, of the terrible inhumanity that has occurred in the past and which still continues. I was deeply moved by this visit to an otherwise bucolic countryside. After viewing the children’s memorial, I had to walk into the woods and dry my eyes. I shudder just writing about it.

After a coffee, I struck out across the Charles Bridge to check out Staré Město and Nové Město before the crowds emerged. I was able to take some pictures of the statues and views from the bridge, including Prague Castle up on the hill.

After passing through the Powder Gate I meandered through the narrow streets, filled with kitschy tourist shops and mediocre restaurants, including several Starbucks (of course). I soon found myself on Václavské Námesty (Wenceslas Square) where I stepped into a charming coffee shop, Paul, established in 1889, for a flat white and a tiny pastry. As I made my way east to the equestrian statue of St Wenceslas and the Museum, I eyed a discreet monument to Jan Palach and Jan Zajic, two Czech students who immolated themselves in an act of protest against the Soviet-led Warsaw Pact invasion in August 1968 which ended the liberalizing Prague Spring.

Next I made my way to Wilsonova St., where the main train station is located across from a statue of Wilson, who seems more serene here than at home.

I’m a fan of European sidewalks, which are a welcome relief from the brutalist reinforced concrete that is universal in the US.

It was time to head back to the Airbnb so I headed west through Old Town as the crowds began to build. I noted a few interesting restaurants on side streets which I photographed for possible dinner choices.

The St Nicholas Cathedral, erected in the 14th c., is also known as the Hussite Church, which is pretty ornate for a Protestant church since it was formerly a Catholic cathedral.

I may try to attend one of the Baroque music concerts while I’m here.

The number of historic churches and palaces in Prague can become mind-numbing, but this morning’s walk-about covers the highlights. With the crowds surging, it was time to make my escape from Staré Město after logging five miles on my morning walk.

In the early afternoon I decided to journey out to Lidice by metro and then a 20 minute bus ride into the Bohemian countryside. I’d visited it in early October 2001 and wanted to see if any changes had been made. I’ll describe the visit in a separate post.

When I returned to Prague I walked back into Nové Město to try out Vinograf, a cool wine bar that I’d passed earlier. I tried some of their wines and had two appetizers which were delicious. I then headed back to my Airbnb to hang out for the evening. I may travel to Brno tomorrow by train to see a little bit of Moravia. I clocked 11 miles today.

This morning I went for another walk around the Altstadt and visited the Staatliche Kunstammlungen to view the religious objects on loan from St Vitus Cathedral in Prague. There were a number of macabre reliquaries with actual pieces of flesh and fingers from saints. The exhibit also featured a small collection of icons and metal busts of prominent Bohemian nobles and bishops. It was coincidental that I was heading to Prague later that day.

After checking out from the excellent Gewandhaus, I grabbed the tram to the Dresden Hbf and waited for the train to Prague, which arrived on time. With my injured right bicep, I have to be super careful taking my luggage down from the overhead rack or else! Fortunately, I’ll have flight attendants to help me on my return to the US.

For the duration of my trip so far, I’ve been in flat terrain, so it was nice to see some hills and crags once we crossed the Czech border.

The trip was about two hours and I was able to grab an Uber to my Airbnb in Mala Strana, coincidentally the same neighborhood on the Vltava near the famous Charles Bridge where I stayed in fall of 2001. My driver spoke perfect English and offered that the Czechs are growing tired of the 400,000 Ukrainian refugees, many of draft age, who are receiving benefits from the Czech government. He said there are a million in Germany and 900,000 in Poland. What irks the Czechs is that so many are draft dodgers. Apparently, the military age men have to return to Ukraine if they want to renew their passports, where they’ll most likely be sent to the front. One learns a lot from drivers.

My Airbnb is perfectly situated in a remodeled old building in Malá Strana, a few meters from the Charles Bridge. After unpacking and icing my right bicep, I walked up the steep cobblestones hill to revisit the Hradčany (Castle) district, which was mercifully free of tourists later in the day. I knew that Staré Město and Novo Město would be thronged with tourists.

Ascending the hill, I noticed a number of changes over the ensuing 23 years. First off—the weed stores. I hadn’t realized that pot was now legal in Prague. Also, the tourists. Of course, I last visited shortly after 9/11 so the city was fairly empty. I’ll revisit the flat Old and New Towns in the morning before the narrow streets become impassable. That said, Prague is still the unrivaled jewel that I remembered.

As I walked across the plaza near Prague Castle and its Gothic masterpiece, St Vitus Cathedral, the crowds thinned significantly. The castle was rebuilt by Emperor Charles IV, who was a prolific Hapsburg builder, in the 1540s and is the residence of the Czech president.

The Czechs are famously anticlerical, especially after the Reformation. Much of this stemmed from centuries under Austrian rule, especially Maria Theresa in the 18th c., who was part of the passionately Catholic Hapsburg dynasty. Despite that, the post-1918 Czechoslovakia, and even the Communists, left the dozens of grand churches and palaces unscathed as part of the national patrimony. After the 1989 Velvet Revolution that overthrew the totalitarian state, the new Czech Republic, after its amicable divorce from Slovakia in 1994, lavished funds on the restoration and maintenance of its medieval and baroque core, which has paid enormous dividends as Prague has become one of Europe’s foremost tourist destinations.

Beyond the castle lies a sloping plaza surrounded by Hapsburg area palaces which are now museums and government ministries. A few hundred meters to the west lies the hulking Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Toskánsý Palác, finished in 1691, where Foreign Minister Jan Masaryk fell from a third-story window to his death, a favored Russian tactic even to this day. The communist coup d’etat of 1948 dispelled the promise of a democratic post-war Czechoslovakia.

After so many years, I still remembered this particular area, especially the baroque 17th c. Loreta and my favorite ancient neighborhood down the hill, Nový Svět, where the astronomer Brahe lived. It’s one of the most atmospheric places in Europe and is largely off the tourist track. I didn’t encounter any tourists until I was leaving. There, an Italian couple from Milan were concerned about a drumming noise coming from a parked VW. We had a lovely conversation about my three trips to Italy and conditions around Europe today.

From Nový Svêt, I made my way back up the hill towards the Hrad to revisit Loreta and the famous Strahov Monastery, founded by an austere order in 1140 and rebuilt in the Gothic and Baroque styles later. It’s still a functioning monastery. When I walked inside, a priest was lighting the Pascal candle.

As it was getting late and I hadn’t eaten since late morning, I popped into The Golden Bull, a traditional Czech restaurant, and enjoyed roast pork with dumplings and sauerkraut, preceded by an excellent Caprese salad. The server suggested I visit Brno, the capital of neighboring Moravia, where the noted wine region is. Since I’ve seen all of the major sites before, I’m considering going there on Tuesday, when it’s expected to rain.

Returning to Malá Strana, the tourist throngs were out in full force for a night of drinking. I snapped a few pics of St Vitus Cathedral up on the hill and returned to my Airbnb after clocking ten miles.