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Moon over Parma

We spent five lovely nights in Parma, in a studio apartment on the fourth floor of a building with a bakery on the ground level. Our noses woke us up briefly most mornings around 3:15 a.m. as the ovens cranked up and the most delicious smells of bread and cinnamon wafted up to our abode. Four or five hours later, Joe would venture downstairs to choose something yummy for our breakfast!

The very old building has a very narrow stairwell. A rope and pulley system is used to bring parcels, luggage, and other bulky stuff up and down. Here you can see Sarah hoisting up Joe’s suitcase.

On our first night, we were delighted to stumble across a free outdoor concert in Piazzale della Pace (Peace Square) near the Verdi Monument. Parma hosts a month-long festival each year dedicated to the 19th century composer and dozens of free events are co-currently running during the festival under the flag “Verdi Off.” We danced to this jazz-rock-opera ensemble as they interpreted operas, arias, movie themes, rhumbas, blues, and tangos. La Toscanini Next is comprised of nine musicians and they not only played together well, but they all looked like they were having fun, too!

Astor Piazzolla’s “Libertango”

After the concert, we roamed around, peeking in old buildings, shops, and restaurants. Eventually, we chose an outdoor cafe for a sumptuous dinner, before walking back across the river to our side of town.

On Sunday, we went to Mass at Chiesa di Santa Croce and then walked through the gardens of Palazzo Ducale. We took a spritz break at the small cafe in the park, before wandering on our way.

View of our apartment from the river path. Our balcony is top row, second from the left (pale blue/green building).

View from our balcony.

On Monday, we walked the city on a food tour and on Tuesday, we took an excursion with Virginia to her village (population 800) where we learned to make tagliatelle using her granny’s recipe and techniques. We lunched together on their balcony before she drove us back to the city.

On our last full day in Parma, we visited Teatro Farnese, Galleria nazionale di Parma and Biblioteca Palatina, all located in Palazzo della Pilotta. Unfortunately, the Bodoni exhibition was closed.

Teatro Farnese is an incredible wooden theatre built originally in the early 17th century. Our guide told us only nine productions took place over the course of its first one hundred years, due to the complexities of 600 stagehands needed for each epic show.

Theatre major Sarah has never seen such a steeply sloped stage in person. OSHA regulations prevent this sharp of an incline on modern stages. Hard to convey in my amateur photo!

Healing of the Blind Man by El Greco
La Scapigliata by Da Vinci

Have you ever seen 800,000 volumes gathered in one private library hall? The silence and the scent of books was unlike anything Sarah had previously experienced. The collection was commissioned in 1761, and includes a greek Codex written on 220 tiny pages of parchment in 1009 A.D.

On our final night in Parma, we dined on saffron risotto with veal ossobuco alla Beppe. For twenty-five years, the owner of Hosteria da Beppe has been cooking typical Emilian fare with local ingredients. Beppe also hosts, bartends, takes orders, serves, and busses. We assume he does the dishes, too. As far as we could learn, he is a one-man show. And cooks ah-mazing food! And he gets great reviews from everyone! We were super impressed with his friendly and efficient service and we highly recommend all visitors to Parma to eat at Beppe’s restaurant.

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Lago di Garda

We day-tripped from Verona by train to visit Lake Garda, Italy’s largest lake. The weather was insanely gorgeous and the beaches were still full with sun-worshiping vacationers.

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Best and Worst of Vienna

EDITED: You can read lots of travel stories about the famed “grantig” or “raunzen” of the Viennese people. Some writers encourage us to write off Viennese rudeness as “Kulturgut.” Others say it is hopelessly ingrained in the descendants of a former aristocratic capital. We recognize how fortunate we are to travel to foreign cities around the world and interacting with grumpy servers and subway workers is definitely a first-world problem!

Sarah in particular wrestles with high emotional sensitivity and doesn’t easily let rude behavior roll off her back. Intellectually, we know that a person’s bad behavior is a reflection of their worldview and we try not to take anything personally. That said, we liked our collective experiences in Prague way better than Vienna!

We read about the sullen service in some Viennese establishments. Sarah was not prepared for the downright rude behavior. A sidewalk cafe waiter was so busy chatting with his non-customer cigarette-puffing friend that her order was sidelined. At a different cafe, the server brought us food we did not order; when we challenged him, he pretended to be “forgetful” and re-plated the food. But then up-charged us for the stuff we didn’t order. A subway ticket-taker berated us “Americans who do not know lots of things” for not reading the fine print on our ticket, when our simple apology and his ticket validation would have sufficed. Our Air BnB host messed up our e-keys TWICE locking us out of our rental apartment and never apologized.

On the flip side, we were enchanted with the music programme at MozartHaus and were especially impressed with the skill of the young pianist. The cafe at the Belvedere Palace served delicious food with seemingly happy career waiters. The food and service at Kellergwolb was outstanding. Our tour guide at the Spanish Riding School was knowledgeable and patient with our questions. Dinner at the Melkerstiftskeller, on the advice of our friend Angela Malik-Stenson, was delightful. And “Sturm” is a new harvest favorite of Sarah – basically young wine (low APV) that is still fermenting, slightly bubbly, a bit cloudy, and only available for a few weeks in the fall.

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Prague Photos

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Gatti

Joe jokingly calls Sarah the Cat Whisperer – she spies felines wherever we go and she usually makes friends with them!

This week, we have met:

Frank* – Siamese mix that sits at Sarah’s feet during dinner at our favorite restaurant and she feeds him bits of her dinner.

Bianca* – white feral female somehow related to Frank

UN – shy tabby in this same neighborhood

Marmalade* – shop kitty with a bright green collar who sleeps most days on the sill of the shop opposite the newsstand. Startled us one day as it suddenly darted across the road in front of us seemingly hell-bent on running straight into the side of the brick wall of the newsstand. Like magic, Marmalade disappeared in a flash! Turns out there is a tiny drain hole and it dove into this hole like a cartoon!

Muhammed* – tabby in cat prayer pose facing east

Arwen II* – reincarnated Arwen sleeping in chairs at a beach restaurant; very put out when people moved her to use the chairs for lunch service.

Olive* – black cat in cliff-side restaurant above the harbor

Biscus* – calico cat curled up in city planter; actively and busily grooming itself while comically crammed into the roots of the planter’s plants!

Sordo* – orange cat staring downhill while perched on the edge of a roof. We noticed this cat mid-way on our walk up the stairs from the beach. Sarah was taking an inhaler break! The cat ignored us completely. It was not impressed with her asthmatic crisis and had no sympathy for the silly humans that took the stairs instead of the road.

UN – a pile of brown tabbies sleeping on the plaza in front of the local fish shop. Reminded Sarah of the barn cats of her youth.

*Names are from the imagination of Sarah and have no proof attached to their veracity. The cats may or may not respond to her names for them. Perhaps her Italian is not clear? Perhaps they are deaf? But then again, they are cats.

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