What do governments, dictators, communists, fascists, capitalists, nationalists, politicians, royalists and religious all have in common? Is it fear? Fear that theirs is not the only way? Fear that theirs is not the right way? Fear that anarchy will rule without their intervention or jurisdiction?
Fear, like measles, can spread like wildfire. We were fearful before we ‘joined’ Europe and now we’re fearful of exiting it. Like spots before the eyes, we don’t seem able to see the trees for the woods. Is the UK really like the proverbial leopard and unable to change its spots?
Our limited time touring just a little of Europe gives us a limited experience. True. Yet so far, a consistent one. Develops our opinion. Enables us to see things with a new perspective. We’re not the ones in sheep’s clothing, pretending. We’re not the over-protective ones. We are really not the one’s to have anything to be fearful of. It’s ‘them’. Those. Fearful that their nationalistic tendencies are perceived to be more than just skin deep. Fearful that their spots might return. Or even worse. Replaced by another’s. ‘Sacré bleu!‘
The MAG museum is a good reason to leg it into Riva del Garda. The town is crammed into the extreme north western tip, between lake and mountain, like a last minute holiday ‘must take”. An earlier morning’s bike ride enables a reconnoitre. Isaac is playing. Like many, I get rooted to the spot. A welcome interruption. Virtuosity on display. Creates his own unique interpretation of Carlos Santana’s Samba Pa Ti. His sound compensates for the traffic’s roar in the lakeside tunnels I’d passed through.
The MAG turns out to be a disappointment. Lots on display. All information in Italian. No audio available. Why are we surprised? Good job we paid half price for seniors. 🙂 🙂
The old quayside town a delight. The nearby mountain shortens the day. It’s three-thirty. We hunt down the last remaining sunny seat. Splash out. A little over two euros for coffee and cake. We’re in the perfect spot.
