Thursday, July 29, 2010

Alfons Mucha



Born in 1860, Alfons Mucha wanted to be an artist and began painting interiors in his native Bohemian Empire, now Czech Republic. He painted the interior of a castle for a Czech noble, then another and was sent to Paris to study art by Count Karl Khuen.

When he lived in Paris, he lived the high life, his place became the gathering place for artists; writers and gorgeous models. I love this photo of Paul Gauguin in Mucha's apartment; drink a little Absinth much!!



Mucha's sponsor eventually dried up and he was obliged to do ads, illustrations and design labels for a living. Here is his Moet and Chandon label.


Mucha became an overnight success when he began doing theater posters for hugely popular actress Sarah Bernhardt.

He pretty much single handedly began the "Art Nouveau" movement which led to Art Deco. In his lifetime he designed jewelry, furniture, appliances, interior design, exterior design, classic paintings, and posters. 




He returned to his native Bohemia (todays Czech Republic) and lived a full life with his wife and children. He gave much to his country, was a longtime Freemason and responsible for setting up the new Czechoslovakian temples, which led to his eventual demise. He was one of the first people to be arrested by the Nazis when they invaded Bohemia. (Not only did they seek to exterminate Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals, but Freemasons as well.) He was released and allowed to return home, but the experience broke him and he died shortly after in 1939.

Visit the Mucha Museum next time you are in Prague!!

Gros bisous!

Love, Charley

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Praha

Praha, or Prague as we know it, is a gorgeous place on earth. The people are super mega friendly and really laid back and cool. They are always smiling, eager to help, eager to please and the client service is golden (unlike Lyon!) Oh, don't get me wrong, I love, love, love France but ... but, the French are uptight, sassy and client service is nonexistent (I know some of you are covering your mouths and gasping right now. Please forgive me my beloved French friends and my beloved France, but I gotta say the truth.) When you come to a place like Prague, you really notice the difference.

So, we have established that the people are amazingly wonderful. Now, the city ... the city, ahhh....





Beautiful, ornate, stunning ...




















well preserved, classy...







everywhere you look, its amazing!




It seems as though every building is covered with intricate design. Its all in the detail.





























Look closely ...
























Love these guys!!



















I was looking down and noticed that even the grates to the city sewer are fabulous!!!!













Then we stumbled upon an abandoned old--I don't know what you would call it --an old fashioned family style dwelling? It took up half a block (that is if they had blocks here which they don't) and it had an old courtyard with carriage housing, chicken coops, etc. I tried to get in to take photos of the inside, but this tall, cool, handsome Czech man in a smashing and expensive business suit came sauntering my way and said in a thick Eastern European accent (roll the r's hard here as you read this in your head), "No trespass." I smiled in a friendly way, tried not to look too much like a bum tourist and said, " Wow, it sure is beautiful here!" and then I tried to ease my way further in. He was having non of it and replied, "Eets new project." And he smiled back in a definite "get the hell out of here, lady kind of way. 

As the neighborhood was pretty chic, I can only begin to imagine what kind of stunning project they will make when they redo this gorgeous piece of property smack in the city. Here are the photos I did manage to get.

Walking down the street


Spy the gorgeous property!



Zee door


Zee door different angle



The old doorbell



Zee window




Smashing!

So, a couple more details on Praha. Love the name of this shop!!!!!




And love this iron fence filled with all kinds of locks.




Peace out.

Love Charley


Praha Jewish Ghetto



Praha is how the Czechskys say and spell Prague.

Praha has an incredibly well-preserved Jewish quarter called Josefov. Jewish people settled into Praha in the 10th century. The first pogrom was in 1096. Shortly after, the Pope declared that Jewish people weren't equal to Christians and should thereby be confined to a ghetto so as not to mingle with the rest of the population. In 1848, the ghetto walls came down and Jewish people were allowed to live where they desired. 700 + years of ghetto life, that leaves me speechless.

The Praha Jewish community had relative freedom up until the time of Hitler. The Nazis wiped out 90% of Praha's Jews, only 6,000 remain today. Nazi concentration camp Terezin was set up on the outskirts of Prague. It was a holding camp for Jews from Austria, Germany, Czechoslovakia, the Netherlands and Denmark. There, they were transported directly to Auschwitz. 33,000 people died in this camp due to its horrific unsanitary conditions.

Normally the Nazis destroyed synagogues and melted down the gold and silver from Jewish religious items. Praha's Jewish Ghetto is, today, incredibly well-preserved because Hitler had plans for it to be a museum of an extinct race. He imported artifacts from other synagogues from all over the ancient Bohemian Empire (for which Prague was the capitol). Hitler set out to wipe out the Jews and then wanted a museum of their extinct race. It is impossible for me to understand how human beings can do this to other human beings.

There are 5 synagogues in Josefov. One is a memorial to the Jews who were killed in the concentration camp Terezin. Its white washed walls are covered with the names of the departed. I found dozens of people on the walls with my family name, Brunner. Tears streamed down my face. As my origins are a mystery--I know I am from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but no more than that--I was profoundly affected. Could any of these people be my relatives?


There were many children in camp Terezin. Their teacher hid some of their artwork under the floorboards; it was found after the war. Here is a picture drawn by Kitty Brunner of life before the camp.



Behind this synagogue lies the Jewish cemetery where 20,000 were buried. They ran out of room and had to stack them 12 high in the graves. On the right is a grave of a Cohen, as the hands symbolized this family.



Here is the grave of the famous rabbi Low. He is said to have had magical powers. He created a monster from clay called Golem. He put a pebble in the Golem's mouth and the monster ran amuck, killing bad people, protecting the Jews. Rabbi Low was scared of his own monster, took the magic pebble out, and legend has it, put the Golem in the attic of the Old New Synagogue where it still lies today.


Pieces of old tombs. People have placed pebbles and scraps of paper on these tombs as a means of saying a prayer or making a wish.




There is the Old New Synagogue, the oldest synagogue in Europe. It was built in 1270, gothic style.


The 19th century Spanish synagogue.



There was a big Czech resistance against the Nazis, as important as the French resistance. In 1942, they managed to kill Reinhard Heydrich a real nasty guy. He was in charge of Bohemia and Moravia and a chief planner in the final solution.

The Czech people fought long and hard against the Nazis. They helped liberate their own country only to fall into the hands of the Soviet Union where they suffered many horrible years under Communism. We came across a memorial for the hundreds of thousands of people murdered under the Soviet regime.

 

Whew! Stay tuned for more upbeat information. I am here to report all my experiences in the Czech Republic and the Nazi occupation and the reign of Communism marked this beautiful, peaceful country profoundly.

Gros Czech bisous et a demain!

Love, Charley

Monday, July 26, 2010

Czech Modern Art

While meandering in an I've-been-working-too-darn-hard-and-don't-know-how-to-be-on-vacation daze, I discovered an amazing modern art gallery. The space was white washed walls with polished cement floors.


This is a plaster torso surrounded by thousands of real feathers.


Bette Davis Eyes?



My personal favorite



There was an amazing piece that was constructed of hundreds of small square mirrors with a camera lens in the middle. When the camera lens detected movement, all of the mirrors moved with you. I captured it on film and will try and make a movie for you.

This next piece disturbed me greatly. The dog and cat were facing one another and I believe that they were real. I took this to be an anti-fur statement - these are animals too, just like mink etc.




Alright, off to more adventures!!

Gros bisous et a demain.

Love, Charley


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The ghost of Eugenie Fougère?


Eugenie was a well known dancer, singer and courtesan during France's Belle Époque period in the late 1800's in Paris. Eugenie was a sensation in New York when she danced the rag time cake-walk "Hello, Ma baby."


Eugenie was  brutally murdered in Aix Les Bains on September 20, 1903. 




Aix Les Bains was the jet set spot before there were jets and before people discovered Monte Carlo. The wealthy, the elite and the noble flocked to Aix Les Bains for the healing powers found in its natural spring heated waters and for its extravagant casino. Art flourished in the form plays, concerts, operas, music halls and dance. Sarah Bernhardt and Maupassant entertained, Wagner's Tristan played in Aix even before it made it to Paris.

Queen Victoria visited, King George I of Greece came every year, the Emperor of Brazil, Pedro II came in 1888. He stayed in Le Splendid Palace (as did most of the important and wealthy people) where he rented the entire floor--28 rooms. Empress Sissi of Austria came and took treatments in fresh donkey milk, ate vegetarian and too long walks each afternoon with a person who only spoke to her in ancient Greek. A Maharaja came with his solid gold bicycle encrusted with diamonds, another man had a pet leopard. 

Eugenie had enjoyed fame and fortune in Paris. She was as well known for her extravagant collection of jewels as she was for her sparkling wit and dare devil attitude. She came to Aix Les Bains with two young maids from Paris. 

Although well into ether and morphine by the age of 42--and still incredibly beautiful and young looking--she was a sparkling attribute to Aix Les Bains. On the night of September 20, she was escorted home from the casino by a good man and friend. She was found strangled to death in her bed the next morning, her servant strangled and bound to a chair by her bedside. The twist in the story is that her second maid planned the whole thing out with a boyfriend and two of his friends. They were after her money and jewels. 

I had the good fortune to stay in Le Spendid Palace two weeks ago. My hotel, Le Manoir--ancient stables for Le Splendid--,was overbooked and they bumped my children and me up to an apartment in the Palace. 

The steps up to the Palace.



The Palace (or part of it as is too big to photograph in its entirety!)




The entry.




Our apartment. 




Our view. 




Is Eugenie the ghost who visited me on two separate occasions, the first time at le Manoir in February of this year, the second time this last visit in Le Splendid? I've never been visited by a ghost before and, in Aix les Bains, both times it was a definite paranormal experience with the same entity.




At any rate, there must be scads of ghosts in Aix Les Bains with the scads of glamorous palaces and chateaux and all those glamorous people who came and went. What a colorful past!

Gros bisous et a demain!

Love Charley


Friday, July 16, 2010

Fleurs etiquette

Going to the florist is a lovely moment. So civilized. You are greeted by the florist who helps you choose the right flowers for the right occasion. There is a well-defined gift etiquette in France.

For example, never offer flowers to someone who lives in a home with a garden, it is better to offer a bottle of wine or a little objet d'art. Tonight, we are invited for an aperitif--not dinner. Therefore, I chose a subtile bouquet of freesias with a little greenery added. If we had been invited for dinner, I would have gone all out and offered a nice bouquet with its own vase. Never offer a cactus! Never. Plants are a welcome gift, but it is better if you know the person well enough to know their tastes.

Once you have chosen your flowers or objet d'art, there is a whole wrapping ceremony that comes which reminds me a bit of the moment in the film Love, Actually when Mr. Bean is wrapping up the necklace for the mistress.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojqycHsURkk

The florist wraps the flowers in pretty paper, then puts another layer of paper partially around it, then wraps it in clear wrap, folds it and places a smart sticker on the whole affair. Then she will ceremoniously hold the flowers in her arms, open the door for you and wish you a lovely evening. Such an enjoyable moment!!

Voila!

Gros bisous et a demain!

Love, Charley

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Street Terraces

From June 1 to September 1, restaurants, cafes and bars are allowed to put up street terraces. 


They are cute and cozy. A nice way to be out in the open air during the summer months.

I took a few photos tonight. Please bear in mind that Lyon is fast becoming a deserted island as it is mid-July and everyone is off on vacation. Normally these street terraces are full of people.







Voila. Too tired to say anymore. Vivre les vacances that is fast approaching!!

A question: we are off on a two-week vacation soon, should I blog about France whilst not in France or would you all like to hear about our adventures in Prague and Romania? After all, these countries are in proximity ....

Gros bisous et a demain!

Love, Charley

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Roman Mausoleum

While visiting Aix Les Bains this past weekend, I couldn't help but notice an immense Roman Arch in one of the town's squares. we approached and took some photos.

This particular Roman Arch is actually a Roman Mausoleum. It was built in the first century A.C.E. The arch is a form that symbolizes the doorway into the afterworld. There are a number of these arches throughout Europe with tombs close by, supporting the theory that these arches are mausoleums.


I dramatically walked through it announcing that I was passing into the the land of the dead, pft, my teenagers merely rolled their eyes.













Although my thirteen year old son did offer me a beautiful flower. (Had to throw that in there.)

























And then he walked through the arch with me. 

























Bon, off to eat frog legs yet again for dinner. Must follow the local customs. Going off with two very good friends whom I haven't seen for awhile to a teeny tiny restaurant in the country that serves only grenouilles. Tomorrow is Bastille Day! So, we get to sleep in--no work. 

Gros bisous et a demain!

Love, Charley