For the last art festival in Venice all sorts of art could be seen around the city. One of the pieces was two arms coming out of the water, hands against a building as if holding it up and it is called Support. It represents the rising of water around the world due to global warming as well as the plight of Venice.  I was disappointed to have missed seeing it when I saw photos of it and most of the art was gone but to my delight, it was still here. It is done by Lorenzo Quinn who is the son of the actor, Anthony Quinn. He tried acting for a bit but decided to pursue art full time. His mother is Italian and he was raised in both New York City and Italy and now lives in Italy with his family.

Seen from the canal.

Closer from the vaporetto stop.

From the side.

Right hand.

Left hand.

Shot from underneath. You can go to his website and see the arms being put into a boat and being brought up the Grand Canal if interested as well as his other art.

This and That in Porto

I have a ton of photos from Porto so I’m going to share them. Why not?

If you go down, down, down some hills you reach the Douro River and the interesting area called Ribeira. The famous Porto wine was stored here, and still is, and exported too. The day was mostly cloudy and rainy so I didn’t get any photos I liked but this gives you an idea of what it was like. There are still large buildings for storage and, of course, many places for tasting. Porto wine is sweet and I seldom drink it. I have occasionally dumped some in my spaghetti sauce which gives it a good flavour. We had a cocktail made with white Porto but I couldn’t really taste it.

This is one of the six bridges spanning the Douro near Porto. Two of them had Eiffel-as in Eiffel Tower-involved. He was a genius with metal sculpture and building. This is the Dom Luis I bridge.

We rode a tourist trolley that circled around Porto which was fun.

Isn’t this strange? I saw two of them in two churches in Porto. I asked a person working in one what it meant and he said it was the third eye, as in the one talked about in India. Apparently, this saint had visions. I couldn’t find out any more about it.

I couldn’t make this any lighter and it looks rather confusing. It was a sculpture in Sao Francisco showing the tree of Jessie which shows the ancestral history of Jesus. This church was once Franciscan which I believe was once an order with very plain, bare churches. The Portuguese later decorated it and everything inside is gilded in gold and in the Baroque style.

A close up view of just some of the gilding.

I passed an antique/used furniture store and this caught my eye. It made me wonder about the history and what it was worn to. A dance hall, a party, carnival, a parade? I’d love to know.

I love shops like this, stuffed with all sorts of food and drink items. Such great ambiance.

Another exterior, and interior, that I loved.


There are splendid views on top of the Pompidou Museum.

A giant sculpture of a thumb by Cesar is outside.

The famous venting system. The whole building is sort of inside out.

The view. Not bad.

Christmas trees leading into Georges, the restaurant at the top.

Here is a slice of the Pompidou down a narrow street.


I made myself go out for a short time to get a photo of the sunset. When the sun isn’t shining on you, it’s somewhat bearable even though it got up to 110 degrees. I just drove a short distance from my Mom’s to the edge of a nearby golf course, one of many, to get my photo.

I’m always a sucker for reflections in water.

Nearby are these sculptures of metal which are actually part of a system to handle flooding. I’ve seen water flowing out of the horse’s mouths before.

You can sort of see the tunnels through which the water goes which lead to a canal run off.

Looking up into a horse’s mouth. They are really big. I’ve seen them from the road before but didn’t really register thier size.

The freeways in Phoenix are amazing.

Views and Paintings

It’s hard to beat a stroll through the Orsay Museum, once a train station that they had to foresight to preserve and use.

A look down at the main gallery from up above. You can see that it was once a train station.

You can see Sacre Coeur on top of Montmartre from various windows.

I love the color of the dresses on these dancer by Degas.

Lots of sculptures to see.

That beautiful clock.