finally arrives in Stresa, via the road along Lake-Maggiore- , fortunately there is little traffic is Sunday at dusk, and the heat is not so suffocating ... Navigator dies at 800 meters from the finish, just before the latest twists and turns, of course, the hotel is the only one not marked by any sign of the place, nor the people know his whereabouts.
But breaking the boxes to people in the restaurants, you do, here is right downtown pedestrian area, in the end all ok and we can rest in view of the visit to ' Isola Bella. A
Stresa, near the boarding of vessels, the operation of private mints as a swarm, a kind of taxis, which stop the tourists who roam the yard, head ao lu Wilt ago nu 'ggiro all'isolabbèlla? But I really finished the "fuel" for which had to do with the ATM, the ticket office with the boats "line." Idyllic Borghettino full of shops selling the usual crap of ceramics, the real attraction is the palace Borromeo , have recently been reopened to the public. What? € 16 per person, with no reductions, no. Single rate, dry. And you do not visit the Picture Gallery ? Luckily we had brought along sandwiches etc water. I do not understand the very meaning of the visits of "tourist" average Boeotian smiling and happy face. Becco a lot of people coming from there, takes two steps, sits down at the bar and spend 10 € for two and a crodino tuc, without even entering this beautiful building, for gives me the powder to Residenz of Monaco, the gardens are crazy, full of statues and terraced white peacocks, when I pass I'm hunting for a snack a couple of fat children in China.
the Beautiful " caves, rooms practically at the level of the lake, built especially so, even enchanted Stendhal. Romantic summer outing in the midst of the treasures of Italian art, near Malpensa airport, where I booked a flight months ago lowcost, to the Danish capital of Northern Europe, Copenhagen.
latch parking the car near a Holiday Inn which is located between the two terminals at this airport, in correspondence a military barracks outside by National Airport, the hamlet is "New Homes". Parking in the back, there is a white stripe and no sign of limitations and is next to the cameras. Then do 5 minutes on foot and hit the stop of the "Malpensa Bus ", a free bus that runs every 20 minutes (not as the site says) and connects the two terminals. Just stop and go the right way, it feels a bit 'freeloaders, however, stop there and save a lot' of money, so leave the car parking in the open, at the mercy of anyone, and I do not think you assume great responsibility in the event of damage.
Areo in 30-minute delay, however at 15.30 are in Copenhagen, I still remember the 20 hour train ride, shoot all over Germany to get here ... w the low cost! We have "a suitcase in 2", which costs less, the EasyJet to embark in this case allows storage for up to 30 kg in weight, wonderful, we stick to the heavy stain but no surcharge. Excellent.
Hotel booked through superstrasconto months ago, is a 4 star hotel with more rooms tiny, but there is everything. The change is strange Danish Korona 7.40 = € 1 at the airport do Korona 1500 that are about 200 €. The city is dirty and untidy than I remembered ... Christiania is also a bit 'degraded, like a shady little park of the Pillar of Bologna, with règaz who smoke, Lainz much everywhere, it no longer puserstreet banchettini one piece, they seem to have scrubbed the tables from a bar and brought them there.
We see in these days the Nordic cities, with the Strøget path a thousand times, we do rob from Jensen's Bøfhus , about 30 euro per person for a megabirrone Tuborg (almost 1 liter), a steak 2 cups scarce, a few potatoes and a fried tomato. It 'full of Danes, a few tourists, will all be rich in the city's "Little Mermaid ? I'm missing statue is in its place a rock and a blank television aimed directly at Shanghai, where it is exposed Danish pavilion at the Expo until November. Eheheh. Better to
Nyhavn, the area of \u200b\u200bthe local "living in Copenhagen. We find a highly popular place Vaffelbageren , makes a ice cream mozzarella, or better with butter, coated in dark chocolate, slurp! Even here, at 35 koruna beers "take-away", are € 4.50 in plastic cup.
not be better in museums and art galleries, the space "National Gallery", Statens Museum for Kunst , built next to the beautiful gardens of Rosenborg Castle . There are three floors, showcasing everything from Rembrandt Guido Reni (all 'stuff is purchased when competed with England, ha!), part contemporary with excellent facilities and a site-specific rather concerned, two madmen have recreated a hospital room, the smell of disinfectant and a couple of dummies lying on the beds instead of the sick. Impressive arrangement of old paintings, filled 15-meter high walls in a honeycomb pattern, is not that the last row we see a girlfriend in this way, but so be it.
Here also are passionate about sculpture, the legendary Thorvaldsen it is a native of these parts, so the oldest museum Danish is all its own. There are a lot of its original cast, the impressive main hall entrance, giants taller than 10 meters, then in many rooms are reproductions of all his most important sculptures in white marble, made by his "disciples." The Jason , Cupid and Psyche, the Three Graces, the Day and Night, and so on.
Upstairs there is his collection of paintings, coins, scrolls, statues, and the center of the garden rest his mortal remains.
Nearby there is a shady shop (on Vester Voldgade, a sort of internal street) where they sell the smørrebrød , literally black bread with butter and topped with herring, salmon, etc.. a typical Danish snack. This place is run by a shady guy, open only in the morning, stormed Danes who bring to the office the "snack". Here does not use lunch, dinner at 18 you directly!
Continuing avenue to get to the highly popular Tivoli, an amusement park complete with roller coaster a short distance from the station, go to file mileage arriving almost in the street ... here you will see Danish children left barefoot strolling placidly amid cigarette butts and dog pee.
The last days I mingle with the natives: forget signs in English, here you see that we keep to their own language and all signs are in Danish. With one of
or tog, trains "regional" in the words of the Italian, even if they seem of Eurostar, you get to Helsingør, where there is Kronborg, the castle of the crown (literally), also known as Elsinore , here we Shakespeare sets his famous tragedy "Hamlet . Council to make a turn, apart from Sweden really see the station (after so many changes in the nation my phone goes crazy and gives it to him on the first network connection to a case that is), a castle is very important throughout the European Renaissance. Even a trip to the country, including règaz drunks in the parks, it's worth (must be a lot of rallies with spirits, I mean you do all day if you live in Helsingør?)
An intermediate stop of the train is Humlebæk, the Danes use these strange voice for us Latinos. The country is microscopic, but there is a grocery store valuable, take a pound of good cheese Danish, bread, chocolate sweets, spending the taste, slurp! No beer, the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art is stormed. Will be Thursday, it's worse than a day's holiday. Fortunately we arrived at a time when the only open case is almost deserted, having deposited his knapsack but we see at least 50 people waiting for tickets ... is a modern art museum without a collection is particularly rich, although salt several points showing the public the room lights Yayoi Kusama (installed for some time at the PAC of Milan), then a rare painting by Hirst, a spatial concept which seems to Fontana the other day and a pair of monochrome perfect (one blue and one red) Yves Klein. There is a
superinstallazione of Sophie Calle, who on the basis of a farewell letter in which the former boyfriend discharged, she constructs a work of art made up of installations, video art, videocomposizioni, sculptures and so on. All with the common theme of the letter, in a beehive Multivideo also provides our Luciana Littizzetto !
E 'structure same one that enchants the visitor: it is the guided tour of the works of art with the view of the close of ' Øresund, the sculptures are almost all outside (Ernst, Miro, etc.). including houses of strange (installations !), the guided tours, a cafe bar where there seems to be embracing the Baltic Sea .
We also try to take a bath, but time is relentless North with me. Start a barrage of bad, with a freezing cold for me as in T-shirts, even the Danes are covered with what they can, then go back to town along with the terno a cold and gray Denmark, between houses in the style of mountain "with the car parked next to it, people which leads to walk the dog without an umbrella as if nothing had happened ... In Copenhagen we
another chance in dining out, this time low to Riz-Raz, buffet offers all-you-can-eat only 90 Korona, it is highly popular in Milan three guys greet me as well "hello, Good evening. " When the Italians abroad are a symptom that you eat more or less well, a cliche? Maybe it only works for restaurants, in fact, the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek is full of Danes, Germans, French, all stored in the "vinterhave" literally "Winter Garden". Here the rich people were made to build, given the inclement weather, a place similar to our parquet Italic, they put over the plants also benches, fountain, goldfish, and now the side is a bar-cafe raided, 50 people lined up at least, I never saw the row of museums at the bar so long, if not in Denmark and England. Mha!
The museum is a collection of plaster casts of statues in France, the remarkable collection of Mr. Carl Jacobsen , so that was also made to collect paintings, Gauguin liked a lot to me (the idiot mica Carl). The entrance is underground, take your ticket and climb to the upper floors. They recently added another all-new wing, where they will reverse the order to attract more visitors, now there is only beautiful shows his collection of Degas statues . Pieces, not often trovarseli before, partly because he did not like the good Edgar show in public, in general ... to have found after his death.
worth seeing are the archaeological collection, occupies the ground floor with Etruscan pieces, ancient Greek ruins, Roman, and even a sphinx and two Egyptian mummies: this gentleman had to drink a lot of his beer . This collection is in my opinion is of dubious origin, all recent purchases will be ok, but I know so much about spending made by grave robbers, who knows. Money can do everything, and now the Danes make truckloads every day with this museum!
last trip find a collection of lost in that Charlottenlund, a bourgeois little town north of the Danish capital. You get there by bus from Busterminal of N ø rreport , you have to do or buy the CityPass ticket for 4 zones, take the 185 which runs every half hour or so and get off at a roundabout (Femvejen). Please note that no ticket machine which accepts notes, and very few take coins, just go with a credit card or debit cards. When you reach the roundabout shady, I will have caught the smelly bums who were Balotta, take the path uphill, Vilvordevej, the art gallery is near the end of this road. It's called Ordrupgaard , a small jewel for lovers of art, is a museum of French Impressionist paintings and beyond. Delacroix, Corot, Manet, Monet, Daumier, Courbet, Pissarro, Degas, Gauguin. Names just for lovers of art. The ticket, an old sour plum and the time since the infamous spot, is strangely gentle and gives us the brochure in English and I am the student discount! Yuppie!
The structure also houses exhibitions of contemporary local artists, but many are scabs and cloning the stuff 40 years ago, is obvious here that the Vikings are not very fit, they like everything they see brought cool, maybe. What however is of great value is the structure, Zaha Hadid come here, but many families to enter the art museum are run like crazy photos and leave their blond children.
I noticed here as a resource to be the son quite a bit 'Danes. I leave with the feeling of having seen everything, and even more, this small state. I'll be back to work quite a bit 'laid back, again facing the heat of the "beautiful Bologna in August, little traffic, slowly, more human, deserted parking lots, old town full of tourists, immigrants and a few other brave.
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