Three days at the
northern end of Germany's Romantic Road...
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St. Georges Fountain in Rothenburg |
After an intense business schedule in the fall, it was
time for another "sanity vacation", where I spend a long
weekend alone somewhere far from home and concentrate on
renewing myself. This time I headed for the northern end of the Romantic Road in
Germany. The Romantic Road runs through Bavaria from
Munich to Frankfurt, dotted with picturesque medieval
villages, churches, farmhouses and walled cities. I used
the trip to finish writing my first non-business short
story and caught up with some reading I had put off for
too long.
The weather was cold - 20s and 30s F, but otherwise
cooperated with my sightseeing. December in Germany
means Christmas Villages in town squares, which bring
out the local crowds. My sightseeing concentrated on
Frankfurt's museums and
Altstadt (old town) and on Rothenburg, a walled city on
the Romantic Road. Frankfurt has a lot to offer with a
varied group of good museums, worthwhile sights, good
food and even a play in English. Rothenburg is a medieval, half-timbered
city three hours southeast by train - touristy, but
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Friday, December 6th - Frankfurt
I arrived at 7am and took the short taxi ride from Frankfurt's
airport (25 Euros fixed) to the
Marriott. I showered, changed and was out the door walking
to the train station by 9am. The Tourist Info center there
sold a Museumsufer ticket
for 8 Euros that covers two days admission to all 24 major
museums in Frankfurt - the best bargain in arts that I have
ever experienced. From the train station, I walked east along
the Main River to Romer, the Altstadt, where the town square
was surrounded by half-timbered buildings and filled with a
bustling Christmas Village (large picture at right). |
Frankfurt's Altstadt & Christmas Village |
I stopped at the
Historisches Museum on the square to see a satirical
drawing exhibition and two remarkable models of the city before
and after the Allied bombing raids in the final days of WW2
(first and second pictures above). From there, I walked north
to the red sandstone Dom St. Bartholomaus (third picture
above), its museum and then the Historischer Garden -
fortifications excavated from Roman and Carolingian times
(fourth picture above). The Museum fur Moderne Kunst (Modern
Art Museum) was the next stop, with just okay pieces set
in a unique boat shaped building - no pictures allowed inside,
a policy I detest and often ignore, as witnessed further
below. At the northern end of the Altstadt, I spotted a
contrast of new and old styles (first picture below), more
interesting by the fact that essentially all of Frankfurt's
buildings are actually new, rebuilt in their respective styles
after near total devastation in WW2.
After a
quick stop at the hotel, I walked north and east through the
posh West End, to the old opera house (second picture below).
Continuing along Grosse Bockenheimerstrasse, nicknamed
Fressgass - Pig-out Alley for all its food shops, (third
picture below) I grabbed a quick dinner at the
Hard Rock
Cafe, one of my weaknesses wherever I travel (fourth
picture below with the diner from the Doors "Morrison Hotel"
album cover as a backdrop). I spent most of the evening, pen
in hand, in a noisy beer garden by the hotel writing the end
of my first short story. |
Saturday December 7th - Frankfurt Museums
I began my second day walking south across the Main River to
Alt Sachsenhausen, with its old style houses and Apfelwein
restaurants. I tried hard to like apple wine on this trip - cold, hot,
spiced - nothing helped. There was a large flea market going
on by the river bank, but from my perspective it was just a bunch of junk like
flea markets in the US. The south bank of the Main River is
home to many of the best museums in Frankfurt. I began at the
west end with the
Liebighaus (ancient sculpture) Museum and its impressive
collection (building, first picture below and "Athena" by
Myron second picture). Heading east one block was the Stadel
Museum with a strong collection bridging seven centuries of art.
They had a fascinating modern art exhibit by Thomas Bayrle
using a style of multiple objects put together to make a
different image (cover your eyes, kids - third picture below - Ohne Titel at top, Canon meets Sharaku lower right and Canon
meets Utamaro lower left). A few more blocks east was the
Museum fur
Angewandte Kunst (applied arts), which included pottery
and furnishings (fourth picture below - "One from the Heart"
lamp by Ingo Maurer). |
After crossing the Main River on the Eiserner Steg walk bridge, I took a slight detour west down Kaiserstrasse to pick up tickets for a play at the
English
Theater that evening. Passing back through the Altstadt, I
arrived at
Goethe's house and museum (first picture below). Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832) was a genius poet, writer
and politician, best known for his poetic works Faust I and
II. The house where he was born and lived is filled with the
many influences on him, having grown up in privilege (astronomical
clock - second picture below). The attached museum displays a
lot of the art that influenced him (third picture below - Fussli's
"The Nightmare") and stores thousands of his manuscripts. This
was a very good combination museum, which was well laid out
with a unique "off-beat" interesting twist throughout. I
grabbed a snack along Pig-out Alley on my way back the hotel
and then headed out for the evening play at the
English Theater.
"They're Playing Our Song" is a minor Neil Simon play based
loosely on the love and lives of Marvin Hamlisch and Carol
Bayer Sager. I had always liked the score to this play
although I had never before seen it performed live. Songs like
"Falling", "I Still Believe In Love" and "Fill In The Words"
had
influenced my own songs back around 1980. Very enjoyable, and a
welcome respite from two days of struggling to understand German.
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Sunday December 8th - Rothenburg
It's not easy to get to Rothenburg from Frankfurt on trains.
It requires two connections (not one as the guidebooks say),
the first in Wurzburg and the other in Steinach. Total trip
time if everything works right is just under 3 hours and costs
90 Euros round trip in first class. I arrived around noon and
headed for the town square (first two pictures below). St.
George's fountain, in the large picture at the left near the
top of this page, is on the square. The long metal gutters
protruding from the fountain were used to fill villagers'
buckets. The city streets were filled to capacity, which I
hadn't expected because of the cold weather. These are hardy
folks and they came to Christmas shop. I ate a Schneeballen
(snowball) for lunch, which is a round sweet dough concoction
covered in powdered sugar. I gave spiced
hot apfelwein one last try as well - the Schneeballen was okay, the apfelwein
again bad.
St. Jacobs Lutheran church is just behind the town square,
shown from above in the third picture below. Its highlight is
the intricate wood sculpture "Alter of the Holy Blood" by
Tilman Riemenschneider (fourth picture above). This
masterpiece is hidden in the balcony behind the pipe organ. If
I hadn't read the tour books, I would have missed it myself. The much touted
Kriminal Museum was a bust - trying to be edgy but was
instead uninteresting and poorly laid
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The third and fourth pictures above were taken from the top of
the town hall bell tower after a long narrow climb. For a
perspective on where that is, the railing behind me in the
fourth picture above is located at the very top of the
round tip of the building at the left in the first picture
above. After
climbing back down, I ate a foot-long bratwurst on a baguette
from an outdoor stand, did some shopping and headed for the
train station and the trip back to Frankfurt. Too bad the
train never showed up. I thought I had mastered the nuances of
riding the DB in Germany on my recent trips to
Cologne and
Berlin (how to buy
tickets at the machines, deal with some reserved and
some non-reserved seats in the same train, how to read the
schedules and track assignments, etc.). The problem came when
something didn't work right. The train was late and
announcements were made in German. Then three busses rolled up
to the curb. Everyone else was getting on. I asked in my best
attempt at German if they were headed to Steinach and everyone shook
their head yes, so off I went in the bus. When we got to
Steinach, a tiny station in a tiny town, there were too many
people to fit in the trains to Wurzburg, so we had to queue
for the next ones in the 25 degree F cold wind. The rest of
the trip to Frankfurt was uneventful and gave me some good
reading time.
Having accomplished my vacation's goal of writing, reading and
generally returning to my own vague definition of sanity, I flew back home to Los
Angeles the next morning. I returned to
Frankfurt in August of
2003 in connection with a trip to
Spain. |
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