This weekend... There was a friend of Pamela's who was visiting her in Köln. And (For once, ) I didn't have a performance on the weekend. So, we were all three, (Pamela, her guest, and I,) in Köln this weekend. The "Weekend" started a little bit later for me though, because there was a rehearsal on stage for our new Comic Opera. (And it's best if I don't start commenting on that right now; I have nothing good to say about it, and it would only raise my Gorge. (Is that the right word, I wonder?))

Anyhow, I only got to Köln at six in the evening. Then we three went to a talk in a museum, for the opening of a Salvador Dahli exhibit. (Salvador Dahli... Surrealist who, among other things, painted melting watches. I'm not patronizing you; I'm just so bad with names, that I think I had to be reminded who he was. And I can imagine other people, who might read this, being the same.) Now, of course, this talk was in German. And it was about an eccentric, if not fully mad, artist. So I can't guarantee that I understood more than a third, or perhaps an entire half of it.

It was much better than we'd expected though; It sounded a little like it was going to be nothing except an hour and a half of talking... explaining One of his pictures. That long, for One picture. Oooooh boy. We'd chosen seats which were conveniently near the exits. However, the description of this picture wasn't more than ten or fifteen minutes, and that included the introduction of the two Main speakers; Who spoke about Dahli's life, art, ideas, philosophies, and so on.

So, it were These two, who were rather ore interesting than the dry, older, academic person who started the... "lecture", who took up the hour after that. And the other two assured me that they were in fact very interesting, and gave a good idea of who he was, and what he was like. And there were more than a few elements of his personality that made him seem insane. I've written that the Other two found it interesting, because such a large part of it went right past me; I got a general outline of what was being talked about, but didn't understand the exact words that were used, or the special phraseology, or all the nuances that made Dhali the strange person he was. So my own experience was that the whole talk was vague, and had no powerful images, or sections that really evoked a strong sense of who he was. And I therefor have to report that Pamela assured me it WAS very well done.

And my words are not working as well as I'd like them to right now. But then, I got up at 5:45 this morning, so perhaps that's forgivable.

Saturday: fairly late breakfast, and into the center of Köln for the afternoon. Mostly just walking about, and enjoying the sunshine, (It was the first day that felt fully like spring this year.) After Pamela's guest took the train, we met a different friend, and after that, we went walking about in the sun... and had a generally nice day. And now I'll have to get out of the train... so I write no more, (Any how, not much more is left to be said about the weekend. -except that there were some rock climbers at the end of the bridge, practising their skills. We watched them for perhaps half an hour.)