We woke up at 6am and did a quick run of the city, free of the tourists and residents. It was cool and pleasant and we took lots of pictures. Then we joined the rest of our group for the second breakfast
Romik, and all the kids joined Verochka’s group and Kevin, the tour guide for the tour of Nurenberg trials. Dan and I decided to skip on that part and continue roaming through the old town. We’ve criss-crossed it on many directions stopping by for the occasional drink or shnekem. Gingerbread cookies are a must. They are better than anywhere we’ve tried them before due to the richness of spices that go inside. The best place was Wirklein on the market plaza, we were thorough.
As we sat wrapping up our pre-lunch meal of potato pancakes, horseradish, and smoke salmon with beer the rest of the gang gave us a holler and we met back at the market square to continue our lunch with them. Georgia will comment further on their trip.
After that Kevin showed us around town a bit more. The additional context was welcome. He showed some anti-semitic sculptire on the St. Seobald church - Jews sucking on the pig. Took us to zoo-keeper’s gate and told a story about how one of city’s residents and some of his downtown neighbors discovered how the water pressure works in a context of the private house bathrooms. He also told us that the marketsquare used to be the old Jewish part of town in the middle ages. It was on the swamp and undesirable with the houses built on stilts but after the city wall was built it ended up being in the most desirable part of town. So, the usual story, there was the pogrom - residents were killed, their houses set on fire to burn the evidence of the deeds, the sinagogue razed and the early version of the present day Our Lady of Town church was built. The swamp at the center square was drained but the area stayed open and used as a market place through ages.
Later in the day we’ve transfered to Munich. A different scene altogether. Loud, dusty, bustling. We dropped off our stuff and proceeded to the center of town. The old city hall is magnificent - the one in Brussels has nothing on it. We started to hear a lot more German but also langugages from all around the world. Beauties with expressive eyes and heads covered in Muslim gear added to the color of town.
We stopped at the cavernous HB brewery and finished the day with more beer, sausages, and other meats. And, in the words of famous Georgia, that’s how August 3rd went down in history.
Romik, and all the kids joined Verochka’s group and Kevin, the tour guide for the tour of Nurenberg trials. Dan and I decided to skip on that part and continue roaming through the old town. We’ve criss-crossed it on many directions stopping by for the occasional drink or shnekem. Gingerbread cookies are a must. They are better than anywhere we’ve tried them before due to the richness of spices that go inside. The best place was Wirklein on the market plaza, we were thorough.
As we sat wrapping up our pre-lunch meal of potato pancakes, horseradish, and smoke salmon with beer the rest of the gang gave us a holler and we met back at the market square to continue our lunch with them. Georgia will comment further on their trip.
After that Kevin showed us around town a bit more. The additional context was welcome. He showed some anti-semitic sculptire on the St. Seobald church - Jews sucking on the pig. Took us to zoo-keeper’s gate and told a story about how one of city’s residents and some of his downtown neighbors discovered how the water pressure works in a context of the private house bathrooms. He also told us that the marketsquare used to be the old Jewish part of town in the middle ages. It was on the swamp and undesirable with the houses built on stilts but after the city wall was built it ended up being in the most desirable part of town. So, the usual story, there was the pogrom - residents were killed, their houses set on fire to burn the evidence of the deeds, the sinagogue razed and the early version of the present day Our Lady of Town church was built. The swamp at the center square was drained but the area stayed open and used as a market place through ages.
Later in the day we’ve transfered to Munich. A different scene altogether. Loud, dusty, bustling. We dropped off our stuff and proceeded to the center of town. The old city hall is magnificent - the one in Brussels has nothing on it. We started to hear a lot more German but also langugages from all around the world. Beauties with expressive eyes and heads covered in Muslim gear added to the color of town.
We stopped at the cavernous HB brewery and finished the day with more beer, sausages, and other meats. And, in the words of famous Georgia, that’s how August 3rd went down in history.
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