>the 13 rolls of film i snapped are being developed as we speak. until such time, here are the postcards i amassed in each city:
BUDAPEST (august 4-7)
this is the castle palace (budai palota) and the oldest suspension bridge in budapest sitting in front of it that unites the buda and pest sides of the danube. the architect of this bridge proclaimed upon completion of this bridge that he was so confidant it was flawless perfect, that if anyone could find an imperfection, he would throw himself into the danube. one cheeky bugger then pointed to the lion’s that mark the entrances (one of which you see here) and squealed, “the lion’s have no tongues!”
don’t worry, the danube wasn’t too cold for the architect to endure.
VIENNA (august 7-10)
this is the hofburg imperial palace which sits in michaelerplatz. this is where i met gizmo, who jumped up on one of the concrete pillars you can see here and kissed my hand in his mozart wig and lederhosen. (i bought this postcard, i suppose, because i just didn’t want to forget . . . )
PARIS (august 11-16)
i couldn’t resist these artsy-fartsy b/w postcards that romanticize paris like barbara cartland romance novel. but when you walk underneath the eiffel tower as i did, you just dont’ give a rat’s ass how mushy you get . . .
this postcard accurately captures not only the lushness of la seine and notre dame at night, but also the feeling and the beauty of riding the eurail at night when you dream about things you never speak about in the morning.
VENICE (august 16-19)
this is Teatro la Fenice, or “The Phoenix Theatre,” that, like the phoenix myth, has repeatedly been engulfed by flames only to rise again. i sat on these steps my last day in venice, hoping the doors would open. but they never did. so eavesdropped on an obnoxious spanish family’s conversation that i couldn’t decipher.
NICE (august 20-23)
if you think this postcard has been airbrushed or enhanced via computer, you can wipe your eyes. this is what the french riviera looks like when the sinking sun hits castle hill. i climbed that hill in my flip flops, where i abandoned the touristy-panoramic view of the mediterranean for the jewish and christian cemeteries hidden in the trees.
BARCELONA (august 23-26)
MADRID (august 26-29)
this is everywhere, and you are dazzled constantly.
i had to get a postcard of the don quixote and sancho panza monument that my “hom” boyfriend johnathon and i climbed in the gauze of night. johnathon put his nose to the tail that quixote sits upon and proclaimed, “ugh, it smells like a horses ass!”
some statues are truer to life than needs be.
VALENCIA (august 29-september 1)
parents used to bring their unwanted children here in front of the mercat central, and tell them to focus their attention on the weather vane that adorns the roof. as the children stared and stared, their parents disappeared into the crowds. inside mercat central, they sell everything from paella to live eels.
yessir, i bought green grapes and that’s it.
this is plaça de la verge, where i sat and laughed at the pigeons that shit all over that recling figure in the fountain. the gothic cathedral inside contains the severed arm of st vincent and the supposed “holy grail.”
LISBON (september 2-5)
the ascensor da bica (or the “bica funicular”) that was located directly across the street from my hostel. trams like this from the 1950s lift you to a higher place physically and otherwise. one night, five drunk women danced in front of the funicular station and sang to a guitar-player’s traditional portuguese songs from his 3rd floor balcony. i sat on my balcony and listened with eyes closed.
BEIRUT (september 9-12)
this caption reads, “les temps changent, les pratiques restent les mêmes,” (times change, practices remain the same).
for some reason, i liked that.
i never made it to the small city of rachaya el wadi in the bekkaa valley where my great grandmother was born, but i see it in my dreams.
that’s all for tonight, my munchkins.