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Tucked away in a corner of the quite marvellous Transport Museum in Bratislava is this rather proud-looking Mercedes-Benz 170 (W15), a model first introduced to the world in 1931, although this one is from 1933. Unveiled at the Paris Motor Show in October 1931, it’s the sort of car that looks like it should be waiting outside a respectable interwar law firm, engine ticking gently, while its owner discusses tax efficiency and the virtues of punctuality or something similar (not that I want to fall into lazy stereotypes). Wikipedia mentions that nearly all of the production run was sold within Germany and they made a total of 13,775 of them.

This was Mercedes-Benz’s first real stab at mass production with a modern design, aimed more at the professional driver than the boy racer of the time. There isn’t much subtlety to the colour as it’s bright blue, but it does look suitably dignified and it was deliberately smaller and slightly less decadent than previous models as the 1920s depression had cut disposable incomes somewhat.

This feels like what a noble steam locomotive should look like, and this rather lovely Krauss 310 was built in Linz in 1903. It’s now sitting in the courtyard of Bratislava’s Transport Museum, looking rather photogenic in the baking Slovakian sun. I might have mentioned it was very hot and sunny when I was there. The locomotive is older than most modern democracies and arguably more reliable than some and it served for decades on narrow-gauge lines in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. There’s no option to climb aboard the locomotive, but it was too hot anyway for such escapades.

The attached little red wooden wagon adds a rustic contrast, though perhaps a bit less decadent. It’s charming in that functional and splintery kind of way, and I dare say it wouldn’t have passed modern health and safety inspections, unless those inspections were done by candlelight and accompanied by schnapps.

From the front and the relatively small size of the locomotive is a little more obvious now and it looks somewhat less of a thundering beast.

Obviously, I didn’t have a bloody clue what this was before looking at the information board, but for my riveted two loyal blog readers, I can confirm that it’s a MNA 1000 produced by the Bratislava Automobile Company, a rather bold and ultimately doomed attempt to drag Czechoslovak van production into the modern age. It was rather a modern design, especially with the wraparound windscreen and the single windshield wiper valiantly attempting to clear a vast surface and the headlights that seem to be playing peek-a-boo from behind slightly sulky eyelids. The design process kicked off in 1983, with the aim of replacing the ageing and increasingly sub-optimal Škoda 1203 van, a workhorse that was apparently not considered as particularly glamorous.

What’s rather touching, and is what intrigued me, about the whole story is how much hope was poured into this little van. Engineers had ambitions, there was talk of a front-wheel drive layout, sleek design and even collaboration with Moscow-based AZLK to push things forward. But then the Iron Curtain came crashing down, the market economy swept in, and the idea of building something locally that looked like a squashed spaceship became less appealing and it never made it to full production. A few prototypes were made and this is one of them, parked up in a museum but at least it survives.

The artist of this painting is unknown, but it dates from the middle of the eighteenth century and it depicts the Coronation of the Virgin Mary. This sort of painting was likely once the centrepiece of a church altar, part of the visual storytelling for congregations, many of whom might have been illiterate, but could still spot a divine coronation when they saw one. The artwork has that unmistakably decadent Baroque flair of dramatic skies, dynamic poses, and a generally high angel-to-square-foot ratio. But, despite all that excitement, I didn’t like it.

The reason for my general disapproval, and I witter on a lot about this theme, but for me, and I know views vary (and mostly disagree with me), I would have rather that they had left this instead of restoring it. I felt what I was looking at now was something too perfect, removing all evidence of its history and heritage. I understand that there was evidence of previous restorations, bits of paint were missing and some of it had faded, but I like the authenticity of what they had. What they’re ultimately doing is creating something fake, they’re changing things to try and make the imperfect somehow perfect, but history can’t be turned back. I do like that the museum has put this information board up to explain the restoration process and there’s obvious huge skill involved with this whole endeavour which I respect. But, I don’t really see why they don’t just leave the artwork and then paint an entirely new one for visitors who would like to see what it was intended to look like.

My first night’s stay in Bratislava was at Hotel Matyšák, a very keenly priced hotel a short distance from the city centre. The hotel is known for its associated wine shop and wine focused restaurant, although I promptly ignored that and went to a craft beer focused restaurant for my evening meal. However, for those that are rather more cultured and engaged in wine than I am, I think this might be rather a sensible accommodation choice and guests get a discount on their meals.

The weather was ferociously hot when I was in Bratislava, something that I might have mentioned as it tested my strengths of human endurance, but I was pleased to discover that the room was relatively cool and that there was a fan which was sufficiently powerful to vaguely cool me down. There was also a mini-bar, which I unusually took advantage of, namely as the lovely and cool Coke was only around £1.50.

Breakfast was included in the room rate and there was a reasonable selection of hot and cold food items. There were numerous croissants, breads, cold meats, cheeses and quite a lot of fruit.

My healthy choices, which actually included fruit. The breakfast room was peaceful and calm, without being overly busy, so that made for a leisurely rather than stressed start to the day. I really can’t be doing breakfast carnage which happens at some hotels, so this was a decent peaceful affair.

The hotel is positively reviewed on-line and I think my £45 room including breakfast was unusually cheap, but was certainly convenient for me. The welcome at reception was friendly and everything felt clean, organised and in order. The reception is in an odd location at the rear of the building, but that’s because their main entrance is used for the restaurant and fortunately everything is clearly signed so I didn’t get muddled up. I’d stay here again as long as my little fan was still in situ, it was easy to get to, there were no noise disturbances internally or externally, with everything feeling well managed.

Here we have Immaculata, created sometime in the first half of the eighteenth century by a sculptor who, despite presumably putting in a solid effort, has somehow remained anonymous. I’m not quite sure what the Virgin Mary is standing on here, it might be a snake and if it is, I hope it is being shown being crushed. Although she’s also barefoot on top of a globe, which I’m also not sure that I understand. The swirling golden robes are a little decadent and the whole arrangement is in decent condition.

What I really like is knowing where this item once was, as that adds somewhat to being able to picture the importance of this statue to previous generations. This gilded delight originally stood in the Church of the Holy Trinity in Březová, although I don’t known why it now resides in a rather more climate-controlled room in Bratislava Castle, although I suppose it at least has considerably fewer incense fumes to contend with. Its former home is a modest but rather resilient Roman Catholic church dating back to around 1650. It was constructed on the bones of a previous building that had been confiscated as part of the Counter-Reformation, so it’s literally built on the spoils of religious politics. Its original protestant incarnation got the axe during Habsburg re-Catholicisation, before the current Baroque version went up in 1650. Matters had been restored to some form of normality by the time that this sculpture was placed in the church although I don’t know how long it stayed there for.

Anyway, I’m not sure that I’ve found much to really write about here to surprise and delight my two loyal blog readers, I was just intrigued that they knew where the statue came from, as in some many cases the museum just didn’t know where their treasures had once been located.

This is “St Joseph the Foster Father of Jesus”, painted in the eighteenth century by Johann Ignaz Cimbal (1722-1795), who seems to have leaned heavily into the brief of “tender paternal scene with bonus cherubs”. I’m not sure that I much like the painting really, the medieval artists painted Jesus looking a bit odd, but by now many artists made him look a little more, well, cute or at least holy. I’m also not quite sure really what the messaging is here. Joseph looks vaguely pleased, perhaps even slightly startled that he’s been entrusted with this holy toddler, while Jesus stares up with the weary wisdom of someone who already knows what’s coming.

Wikipedia notes about the artist:

“In his lifetime, Cimbal was in demand as a painter, and his clients were satisfied with his work. Since his death, however, he has been less adulated: his works have been described as dry and sourced from a limited inventory, and his detailing sometimes clumsy.”

I think that I rather agree with this. It does feel clumsy to me and although he painted hundreds of altarpieces and frescoes, I’m not sure I would have felt inspired by looking at it. But, I don’t know where this altarpiece was displayed, if it was originally in some church in the middle of some village in what is now Slovakia, it might have been rather acceptable. I’m not sure that the denizens of Florence would have looked at it with much delight though.