Red, Red Wine

We (you know, people) are not particularly good at accurately incorporating colors into our daily language. Neither white people nor white wines are anything vaguely resembling white. Neither black people nor black lights are black. And red wine wasn't red...UNTIL NOW. Meet Cviček, the Slovenian wine I had with dinner this evening:

That is ruby-red wine if I ever saw it. And it tastes exactly like it looks: very light and somewhat cherry-ish. I had been thinking "watered down kool aid," but a nice Slovenian website advises me to set my attitude straight. It was not watered down kool aid. It was gentle and fruity. So there.

I also wandered by the reworked Swan Lake that's happening nightly this week in Prešernov trg. Every time I hear that music I think of the last scene in Billy Elliot, which would cheapen it, if it weren't such a freakin' awesome last scene. Oh, Adam Cooper: so hot then, so hot now.

And here's a (too light) stormy sky shot from last night. I love the time of day/night/dusk when everything just has a blue cast. And if the sky is stormy then, it's such a nice, rich texture:

Aw, yeah.