Palmanova: the last of the summer's reenactment events

 Which, technically- was not a "summer event", though that depends on whether we take the astronomical or the meteorogical summer. As a person who dealt with going to the start of the shcool year as being September 1st (counting not only my school years but also my son's shcool years), that is usually the "pschychological" date for the end of the summer. Also, as I observed in the last two or three decades, that something happens with the weather between August 20th (our national holiday) and 1st of september. It feels like the change is not gradual, as the world is not turning around evenly around the sun, but have points when it tilts a little bit and the changes are more sudden. I know there is not a scientific theory abot this, it is how it FEELS for me. There are a few of these points over the years and summer's end is one of them. Anyhow, as fas as I see, no matter how hot the summer, how hot the "dog days of August" are in the ten days between our big August 20th celebrations, and the beginning of school, the wether changes for the worst. Nice, sunny weather might come back in september, and can last into a beutiful indian summer, but it will never be as searingly hot.

The Napoleonic reanactment event in Palmanova at the first weekend of September, therefore should count as a fall event... But it is in Italy. Considerably further down to the South. Two years ago we have been there and we enjoyed our visit tremendously. This year I was not sure about going. Yes, I've put in the Foundations's calendar as "go", but due to the plague ridden circumstances it was not sure they won't cancell it. By the time the condirmation came, I had like five other things lined up for that weekend (including some concerts AND a reenactment event in the city I grew up and still have some friends in, which is somethingI wanted to do ever since I started doing reenactment), but Norbi is a very much rule abiding person. He would not cross a red light, even in the middle of the night in a tiny passage, he would not stop in a Bus stop to drop someone off, and so on. Also, if he once said he would go somewhere, no amount of whining, no amount of (seemingly) much better programs popping up would convince to do otherwise. 

So to Palmanova we went. Of which I was eternally glad afterwards, as it was lovely, we had fun, we got some new friends, and when it was over, we went ahead and prolonged ou stay in Italy, but that trip is not the topic of this post. 

I did not write a full blogpost about our last Palmanova experience two years ago, though you have seen pictures of it peppered through my series on the regency rose dress. 

So, Palmanova is a town not far from Venice, which is actually a nine pointed star shaped fortress. For a weekend in September it was filled with sordiers, civilians, time travellers from the turn of the 18th and 19th century. 

Only a msaller team, two couple represented out foundation this year.

Eger, the era of the Turkish invasion

 I've heard so much about this event, but in most years it is at the same weekend as the Baroque wedding, out team splits, and somehow I always went to Győr. Now, finally there was a week between the two event, and we could join the other half of the team.

Photos: Norbert Varga, Bodeszphoto

The City of Győr and the Baroque Wedding

 I've written about the event back in 2019. Last year's event went to where all other similar event went, but this year we've go invited again. Days of the 17th century... what they wore? what they eat? how they fought? how they spent their days? 

The visitors got answers to those burning question and then some. 

(Got new shows... and they are red!)

My new little friend Anna, and her 18th century italian gown her mother sewn for her.

And what do you do, when you have to make a program, because it is in the program, but not in your contract, so you don't know about it... dance, what else? 

Photos: Norbert Varga, Bodeszphoto

Time

That is rushing by, and I am running after it, and which I am playing for, vecause I cannot figure out to be a good guirl and blog the three event from the end of the summer, or complain about how our lives changed, or show you some civil (as in not historical) dressing up pictures, or shall I confess that I hardly knitted over the summer, or, or, or... 

Sometimes I feel I am yelling into the void (or the chimney?), sometimes I think I am writing to myself, and then suddenly, I hear at the most unexpected places, from the most unexpected people that they do actually read my blog. 

Then The Day Of Wool came and went, and I didn't even show pictures what I've taken there (though I fully intended to)...

So, now I have three event from the end of the summer I want to show you, then afterwards I have some real exciting crafty stuff. First let's get over those late summer events, and afterwards I'll get to new crafty stuff. 

Until then, look, what happens, when I take out all the WIP socks from my bags... 

When I posted this pic on FB, I added, that these are the socks I work on actively. There are sweaters I am working on, shawla, and a big bunch of "dormant" stuff. Just saying. 

In search of the yellow road (pictures)

 About a year ago we had to drive from Budapest to a nearby town called Páty. As we turned a corner, the trees along the road were „such” yellow… The view hit me, it literally took my breath away, I had to gasp for air. We’ve been running late and could not stop to take pictures, but the vison stayed in my mind ever since. I wanted to see it this year, do some photoes, and last week we drove there. It was not „that” color. Maybe the sun was shining differently. maybe we were there two days later or two days earlier, who knows. Maybe it was a special tear in time and space where I could look into another world.

The pictures are from this year, All this does not mean it is not beautiful Just differently so.