12 May 2010. Sun, early pool. Emory high on guard stand, waving broadly...
The Wanderers. Peredvizhniki... Two figures on a twisty road, narrow tracks amidst high grass...
And a purse with gold coins, old and new, tucked away under a pillow--Tolstoy--this unexpected domestic touch in a young Russian hussar's bivouac... The hinterlands of Brno...
The year 1969, heading across Czechoslovakia towards Vienna in an old car, we see a likely hilltop for our picnic--overlooking a broad rolling Central European landscape. We pull off, winding our way up, to find there at the top a large round bronze plaque, mounted horizontally, like the land itself. Here stood Napoleon, Austerlitz below...
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