Many squares in Europe are lined with plane trees. They look great in summer creating shade and a lovely greenish light. In winter they go bare and are usually cut back severely. This is what makes those clumps at the end of branches.
And in spring when they leaf out they look like this.
More than three years ago, a Gruffalo statue was erected on the path leading up to the castle ruin which overlooks our town. The mouse was standing next to him but vandals took off her ears more than once. The town removed the original to the local museum, and decided to make lemonade out of the lemon. They saw the potential for an attraction, made a Gruffalo path with six stations.
There is the new mouse,
the fox,
the owl,
the snake,
and at the end, the Gruffalo himself,
who is now flanked by the Gruffalo child instead of the old mouse.
Every station has a QR-code on a sign where visitors can listen to our mayor or other personalities reading a part of the story. Furthermore there is a simple question and if the little ones present their answers to the tourist information they receive a small prize.
It was a really a fun walk (or ride) up to the castle, a bit steep but I have done it often. Which figure do you like best? My favourite is the fox, for very personal reasons.
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The people of Darmstadt put their first Grand Duke on a really high pole. A really long one. They loved him so much that instead of calling him by his official name Ludewig I they call him “Langer Lui” (Long Louis) still today.
Here is slightly closer look of Lui.
Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Long Items
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We were in the woods when we came upon some weird trios. The town we were close to is called Dreieich, literally Three Oaks – fitting, isn’t it?
Yes, I do have one. No, that’s not what I meant.
I said from the outset that I would use my bike for this walking square challenge. I now hit 6,000km (that’s over 3,700 miles for the imperials among you). It took me and Wynora Rider (aka: my bike) three and a half years to get to this milestone (BTW: why don’t they call that kilometre stone?)
And this was the direct spot when the counter changed from 5,999 to 6,000. It was the right spot to get somewhat philosophical about it all. This was the street I was on:
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