Friday, June 5, 2020

We will always have Frankfurt

While we usually post soon after we visit, circumstances this year got in the way.  
Revisiting our last stop on this fugue before starting a new one domestically at the end of this month.   

We had passed through Frankfurt several times utilizing both of it's airports and train station as a transfer point without seeing it.  Like Luxembourg we felt it deserved some attention. 
A very short stay in Frankfurt as we prepared to leave Europe again, hoping to come back in a few months. Arrived late to a very silent weird dorm/hotel/airbnb, very efficient with an odd cube of a bathroom in the middle of the room. Don't know if was knowing it was the end of travels for awhile or just the disorienting nature of empty streets, but Frankfurt felt kind of surreal.  Germany believes in extending it's Christmas holidays, so the streets remained empty.  An early morning wake up and walk through a rather cold and seemingly deserted city did nothing to dispel the Twilight Zone feel of the day.  An eerie foreshadowing of the year ahead perhaps. 
What also was disorienting was trying to figure out what was really an old building or a very good reproduction as Frankfurt was pretty much demolished during World War II and afterwards sought  to change the narrative and just redo what had been.  They did a good job, at least we could not tell. 

What is new is old again
New in 1880 Opera house, made old in 1981.          Medieval city gate now a modern coffee house. 

In the "new" old town, parts of the Römer city hall are 600 years old
Actually rather new
As with most German cities,  the built environment is complex.  Each building has convoluted history as does each sculpture.   We wandered through a chilly city sculpture garden, finding Den Opfern (the victims) by Benno Elkan from 1920, memorializing World War I.  It  now does double duty also memorializing World War II as it was removed in 1933 by the Nazi's (Benno was Jewish), but was replaced in 1946. 


So of course, like all German cities, that brings us to Frankfurt's Holocaust memorial.  Another rather complex story addressing"how do you consider the past while living in the present"?   This is especially relevant in Germany where  many Germans felt they were victims of Nazism as well. Seems like everywhere we visited, not just in Germany, but any country that was complicit, these memorials were created only in the past 15 to 20 years amidst controversy.

Frankfurt's story is that the ruins of the medieval Jewish ghetto were uncovered while excavating to build a new a city services building. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memorial_Neuer_B%C3%B6rneplatz
The argument discussion regarding whether to keep on building or stop and preserve was intense, with the eventual resolution of creating a Jewish museum built upon and including the ruins.  Another Jewish museum is associated with the Rothschild Palace  (home of the Rothschild family) . https://www.juedischesmuseum.de/en/visit/museum-judengasse/.
A gripping memorial wall was built along the remnants of the old Jewish cemetery next to the museum.  The wall contains names of the 11,000+ Jews forced to leave Frankfurt.
Anne Frank, born in Frankfurt




The wall went around the block surrounding what had been the Jewish cemetery.  Tombstones that had been found were lined along the back walls, impossible to know which graves they belonged to.
Frankfurt also had it's fair share of stopelsteine https://thechosenfugue.blogspot.com/2019/01/they-do-make-you-stumble.html



After our stroll through the historical center of the city, we walked back along the river, marveling at the buildings, the river Main and appreciating this really beautiful city like so many we have appreciated over the past year and a half.   


And while we skipped most of the industrial, financial portions of Frankfurt, at the end of a lovely path, we did catch this reminder that we were in the financial center of the European continent, home of the European Central Bank.  Fitting that on our last stop we were already looking backwards at the Euro. 

We spent our last few euros at a little market, buying an assortment of odd things for dinner (again, VERY typical of our travels), and strategically, a bag of clementines plus chocolate for our flight.  Then woke up to a magnificent sunrise and left for the airport.  
We will always have Frankfurt. That wasn't the plan but this might be the last European sight we see for some time. 

Our Frankfurt-Seattle-Portland-Santa Rosa flight had a bonus  overnight in PDX.
Leaving Frankfurt, 11 hours to Seattle, 4 hour layover in Seattle, Sleeping on the new, famous PDX carpet. 

Greeted well upon our landing in California

Writing this from Eugene, Oregon in June,  we really appreciated our year and half on the road, and now planning a new fugue with a cross country car road trip at the end of this month and hoping that all gets better soon... 



Monday, June 1, 2020

Cologne not alone for Christmas

While we usually post soon after we visit, circumstances this year got in the way. This post is exceptionally fun as we get to experience Christmas in June. 
Advent marks the official beginning of Christmas Market season in Germany.  
Lanarca, Cyprus
Reijka,Croatia
We went to our first Christmas Markets about 10 years ago on a trip to Vienna and Berlin. While we saw many different iterations throughout Europe, Germany seems to take special pride in their Markets.         
Metz, France 
Typically Christmas Markets surround the town square with a series of wooden booths, covered in holiday decorations.
Metz, France 
Booths are somewhat specific for place but everyone seems to claim wooden toys, candles and jewelry. We particularly enjoyed the towns where nothing was sold but food and drink, those kind of felt like being at a wedding or party where you were invited but did not really know anyone there.
This was really felt in the ruckus of opening night of the Advent Market in Reijka https://thechosenfugue.blogspot.com/2018/12/pula-treiste-and-rijeka-istrian-trilogy_4.html and the more intimate Advent evenings in Zadar https://thechosenfugue.blogspot.com/2018/12/pula-treiste-and-rijeka-istrian-trilogy_4.html.
Everyone was either singing and dancing or drinking Gluwein, which ranged in flavor from warm Sangriá to warm Dimetapp.


Trogir
Saarbrücken
Some towns had shows for children and  rides, enhancing the feeling like you were at an elementary school carnival. Made you feel the nostalgia that probably every German/Croatian/French/Austrian feels anticipating and going to the market.
Saarbrücken



the exalted Metz jacket potato
And of course there is food, lots of food. Reibekuchen/kartoffelpuffer (potato pancakes),kartofellanzen (potato spirals), flammkuchen (flaky pizza), wurst (sausages) and more wurst, all kinds of cheeses-fresh, fried or melted over anything, candy, cookies, roasted chestnuts and almonds, jacket potatoes (the best ever was in Metz, France), all washed down with hot (mainly) alcoholic drinks. It really didn't matter what town, what country, the food pretty much was consistent with the exception of the uniquely German little bread guy with a pipe.
Overall, multi-generations of families, groups of teens; everyone feeling and looking festive,  roaming Santas, Christmas Kings and Queens,  completely unpretentious, minimally commercialized- in other words, an un-American style Christmas.
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We mostly wandered through enjoying the vibe, but some members of the family were a bit more hardcore, eager to sample every Pfannkuchen and wafflein and slug multiple collectible mugs of Gluwein. Gluwein is the starting pitcher of the season, but actually, almost any alcohol is heated and served at the markets even beer, if the alcohol is indeterminate it’s called grog or is that how you feel the next morning. 

This year, we had preview with our visit to Worms (early birds), Luxembourg and watched Santa flash across the Saarbrüken Christmas market with baby Jesus as his co-pilot riding under the sleigh in a foil wrapped potato (note the consistent potato theme).

Can't look!: Will Santa will make it across the sky!
Despite the tension of the baby Jesus transport, we were not prepared for the onslaught of Christmas Markets in the Cologne/Bonn/Dusseldorf corridor.  We should have realized something was coming based on the sheer number of Santa hats and bottles of Sekt (German Champagne) we noticed on the trains; morning, noon and night. Typically, the Markets are in the town square, but in these  cities they seemed to exist at every turn, each with a different theme. Market hopping!  It was a Nativity scene! 

Our Christmas Market marathon began in Cologne. We took a  break with a short tram ride to Bonn, with time to see Beethoven’s house/next door museum.





Nope, not a Christmas Market, just a typical town square 
Then we took another short ride to Dusseldorf  the Mother-Mary-lode of Christmas markets. Between the two cities we strolled through a  gnome themed Christmas market, an alpine themed Christmas market, an angel themed  Christmas market, an Ice Palace themed market (Frozen?), ... etc. Basically a loop of booths of things you don't need to buy, you don't really want to eat, followed by a cup of Gluwein in a unique-for-place collectible mug, another lap, rinse, repeat- becomes a drinking game with a side of knick-knacks.  In Dusseldorf alone it was 4 or 7 or 10 markets (we don't remember- it was the Gluewein) in a 2 mile radius.



Prost! Gluwein







One last cup of Gluwein

The Christmas markets were just part of our very Rhine valley experience.
Christmas dinner was at a  traditional German restaurant. We knew it was traditional as all of the vegetarian dishes had bacon in them.  Plus, they just kept filling up your cups with beer.  Since Köln is known for Kölsch beer we thought it was all complementary until we learned you need to put the coaster on top of the cup to get them to stop pouring.  It took us awhile to figure that out, but after our laps of Gluwein, we were well trained for bottomless Kölsch.


A few walks along the Rhine

And passing a few stolpesteine https://thechosenfugue.blogspot.com/2019/01/they-do-make-you-stumble.html.
This was in front of what was a gay bar during the Weimar, he was a female impersonator
And the main attraction of Köln, the cathedral, which like most of the city was heavily damaged in WWII. 



James Dean hot water bottle store
Köln, like most of Germany, shuts down for about 3 days around Christmas, so when not market hopping we were window shopping at the unique stores immediately around our apartment.   This included  a store exclusively selling cutlery with eight large  picturesque storefront windows of cutlery and a store exclusively selling religious objects and priest frocks (The Holy Men’s Warehouse?). You can virtually shop there now to avoid the pre-Christmas rush right here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1SW7RSb3vY
attractive sandwich store






We said goodbye to the stateside group going on to Amsterdam, to our German crew (plus Santa looking a bit groggy) going home to Saarbrucken and we went on to the last stop on this ride... Frankfurt

(Thank you Trevor for the additional pics)