Posts tagged “architecture

Edirne’s Eski Camii

The Old or Friday Mosque is not Turkey’s most famous, but it is perhaps her most storied. Founded by one Sultan-brother, continued by another, finished by a third — its construction history reflects the violent nature of early Ottoman succession. Many saints were associated with the institution, its walls bear inscriptions by famous calligraphers. It was here that European campaigns (the Turks campaigned every year but the decision where the campaign would be directed — East or West — was usually not made until the last moment) were announced by the grand mufti by preaching the Friday sermon here — with sword in hand. (The sword is still preserved in the mosque’s treasury — in case it’s ever needed, I suppose).

Lodi Gardens

The whole of South Delhi stands on a former gigantic Muslim necropolis.  As one rushes about one keeps bumping into one crumbling tomb after another.  Some are being preserved; some are fenced off to be maybe one day preserved; some are squatted in; and some are just crumbling among single family homes, or in front of apartment buildings, or in the back of a school or a police station.  When inquired about, they solicit from Delhites the usual philosophical shrug:  “Some generic monument”.  And rightly so:  India has so many.  Nearly every year the decision is made not to preserve this or that — the cruel truth of life is that the past must die simply so that the present can continue.

Some parts of the South Delhi necropolis have been made good use of:  the Delhi Golf Club is laid out among beautiful tombs; and the Lodi Gardens is a pleasure park designed around the tombs of the Lodi Sultans of Delhi.  And laid out well, so that a walker is constantly surprised by new vistas now of this tomb, now that.   In most cases we do not know the names of the rulers buried there.

Lazienki Park, Warsaw

Two years ago I lived within walking distance of this huge downtown park with its beautiful, small palace on water, classical garden statuary, and — obligatory among princes — peacocks.  In the summer it opens at dawn — which, in the northern latitude in the summer is before 4.  Most of these photos were taken between 5 and 6 in the morning.  Except for the peacocks, never saw another soul there.