The old man, my moron, is fading. Traveling all over Europe at a hectic pace is taking its toll on his old bones. So much to see, so much to do and so little staying power. Pathetic. We set off early in the morning again, this time into the heart of Munich for an exquisite cultural experience. We are going to visit some very old masters living in the Alte Pinakhotek. This is really up my street, something my artistic soul can appreciate. This will, as it were, put the cap on our little tour of this part of Europe. We meander, we gape, we drool, we admire, but we do not touch, though the urge to do so is sometimes overwhelming.
Me and David next to a great piece of art by the great old man Rembrandt van Rijn
Resting in front of these eternal works of art by van Dijk, (I think) halfway through the museum. It is indeed overwhelming. So many works of art to see, so little capacity to store for later retrieval and rumination, but an experience not to be missed by any one with but a pinch of feeling in his soul for the finer things in life.
Elsewhere my moron wrote extensively on our visit to Alte Pinakhotek. He even made a slide show of the event. I hate to admit, but his story and show was not to bad. You can go and look for it here on this site if you really have nothing better to do.
Just look at this one. No not the damn tits, look at the man on the extreme right. The man with the red cap. Doesn’t it just give him that distinguished look! Must be an ancestor of mine adorning the head of a philosopher.
Outside the museum we say our farewells to the masters of art. We will probably never see them again. We are extremely thankful for the opportunity awarded us to enjoy this memorable experience. We will go to our graves remembering this … unless Altzheimer’s gets to us to claim our memories, before the man with the scythe turns up to claim our souls.