Val d’Argent 2022

P1140639And this time too we did it!
To do… what?
Not to catch Covid, and what else. We have been to France and Switzerland, countries where masks are not mandatory, and therefore their use is very limited and absolutely discretionary. Not to mention Turkey, especially in Istanbul, where the famous lady "There is none Coviddi" should be conferred honorary citizenship.
About our organized trip to the Erdoğan Sultanate, of its lights and shadows maybe we will write about it in the future since this post is dedicated to the expedition exhibition in Alsace, cleanse, as always, from my personal tour guide.
Just to get off to a flying start, I want to put a full stop right away, or that this trip was the last nail planted in the coffin of my train journeys for which a connection is scheduled in Milan. NO MORE.
Not to compete with his Frecciarossa for Paris, Trenitaglia has decided well to let Thello die, the night train on the Venice Santa Lucia - Paris Gare de Lyon route. Too convenient for us to get off in Dijon in the morning and from there get on a TGV to Strasbourg, really too comfortable. So we were forced to take an arrow to Milano Porta Garibaldi, arrow so to speak since it arrived late, and then scramble to figure out where the train for Basel would soon be leaving from. In fact, the station is very lacking in information on the platforms, situation made even more complicated by the fact that to move from the passing tracks to the leading ones, you have to undertake a labyrinthine and poorly marked path. Just so as not to be proven wrong, on the way back, the train platform for Venice was specified only a few minutes before departure. Already us with two children trolley we struggled hurrying up and down corridors and stairs to the platform, so I wonder if those warmers hired for competition realize how complicated it can be to move there with a baggage that is only slightly more bulky and perhaps with some mobility difficulties.
When I happen to return to Alsace, I will leave Austria, from Villach via Mannheim or with the beautiful nightjet Wien - Strasbourg, or again, extreme reason, with Flixbus from Venice (plane also no, thank you), and the same anathema also applies to all the other trips that I will have the good fortune to make in Europe.
Bene, now that I have taken this pointed pebble out of my shoe I can move on to more pleasant things, ovvero il European Patchwork Crossroads 2022.

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Si va

CEDP2022Or so hopefully.
Although Trenitaglia made Thello die, the comfortable night train that took us to Dijon, my personal tour agency found a way to get me to Sélestat e, ça va sans dire, make me go home. So much so that we know, it is not easy to leave for Europe from cul-de-sac where I live, at least by train, and even if you were tempted by the plane (that I don't love) direct flights to Northern Europe can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
Allora, see you up?

A mano

P1020151It may happen that some jobs drag on for a long time without having the time, or forces, or the desire to end them. It can happen that you feel vague remorse for them, imagining that they resent being neglected. It may happen that we start with an idea and then that makes us lose ourselves in a labyrinth of possibilities, second thoughts, doubts and hopes. It may happen that you lose inspiration along the way, a road along which many negative and depressing events have occurred. It may also happen that a random event sounds an unconscious wake up call and that it is finally decided to end it with that sort of textile purgatory, even at the cost of cutting it out (symbolic and literal) and throw it all away.
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One More Time

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Via, via, via!

Vienna, Prague, Brno, three experiences, three sensations, three characters, and three times three is nine, nine days during which we hiked, watched, discovery, encountered, traveled, eaten and, ça va sans dire, bevuto, nine days in search of memories and hopes, nine days that broke that cage of sadness that had imprisoned me for a couple of years.
Rossana who left at dawn on a gray Tuesday, she returned after a week and a half with a considerable store of memories but lighter in spirit.
At this point one of the gianographies written by mine is good sherpa / tourist agency / pusher / photographer / ecc., and it's called "GOODBYE".
The traveler knows no return. Starting is one, another person returns. If the same one returns, it is as if he had never left. Continua a leggere

Good News

logo_BVV_Quilt_ShowAnd yet it moves, something moves, moves towards Moravia.
For twelve years I have not missed the appointment with Prague, obviously for the patchwork exhibition, and for everything there is to visit in Bohemia. Then in the 2020 the Wuhan plague came to upset our lives, and so for two years I had to give up that brief escape into an ancient and renewed world, far and very close, foreign and familiar. It still went well for me since I'm still here to write this post…
Today I found out that the Prague Patchwork Meeting is back, ma non solo, it finally does so in a venue worthy of a major international exhibition: il BVV, Trade fairs Brno.
This is the link of the PPM QUILT SHOW BRNO.
Although I may be missing some aspects of Prague, of the corners that I know too well, I could take advantage of the opportunity to visit Moravia, its castles, and Brno, with the Spielberg, la Villa Tugendhat, the Villa Löw-Beer and more. I have to study it a little’ his.
Meanwhile, I told you, that then getting Brno by public transport is not too difficult, just go through Vienna, and from there there are enough buses and trains to reach your destination in a couple of hours.

Ahoj.