Händel, Palace, Fireworks: A Baroque Night

A few kilometres away, we have a music festival in summer, taking place in Schloß Weißenstein (village of Pommersfelden). One of the prince bishops who was really into spending the cash on houses, palaces and paintings, Franz von Schönborn, built his residence there (which happens to still be shared between the family and the state), and the current count of Schönborn organizes a festival for exceptionally talented musicians from all of Europe there each year. Which makes for splendid concerts, and also one evening with fireworks, which happened to be last night. Listening to Händel while sitting in the courtyard of a baroque palace with fireworks going on makes you feel very ancient regime (and in fact this particular palace like most German palaces at the time was built with the "we really dig Versailles!" motto in mind), and of course prince bishops should have spent the money on charity rather than on building residences, but, you know: cultural heritage. My aged parent didn't mutter "get rid of them" even once while admiring the music and the fireworks.

( I can't provide Händel, but have a look at the pretty anyway )

Sherlock (pilot for new show)

Aka, Stephen "The Moff" Moffat and Mark "I'm not sure I'm over your awful Jolly Churchill and the iDaleks episode yet, Mister!" Gattis created a modern day Sherlock Holmes series which has just debuted. So far, so good, and I like the pilot far more than the pilot for Moffat's last Victorian-tale-put-in-the-present show, Jekyll. So, a few observations (and nitpicks, naturally).

( The Game's Afoot! )