Knowing how to ask a question in another language turns out to be of limited utility when you discover you don't know enough of it to understand the response.

This trip threatens to full-blow my interest in art nouveau/Secession/Jugendstil into an obsession. Moser marquetry: love the use of natural grain to evoke fabric pattern

The land of Strauss and in every store etc. they're blasting, like, Livin' on a Prayer. This is depressing.

Eta this souvenir shop is blasting a "song" that consists of heavy sampling of "I Wanna Dance with Somebody", a tuneless bass thump, a woman occasionally singing random words, and a guy yelling "let's go, let's go" in a way that gives me strong urge to find and ponsch him. It's less a song and more an assaultive audio gallimaufry. Abominable