I tried to light a fire. I really tried. I failed. The wood was wet. My neighbours objected. The local by-laws wouldn’t allow it. And then there were children. Lighting a fire. Much better at it than I ever could be. No “light a fire” … Continue reading I failed.
has raised its prices. It used to be 70 cents per adult (with or without a bicycle), now it’s a full Euro. And for a car it’s 2 Euros now. You can reach Neckarhausen from Ladenburg via the bridge but it will add one-and-a-half kilometre to your journey. And it will take away about 10km of fun.
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It is closed now but the windows still display a small crown on top of the painted frame and the sign, a wrought-iron crown still hangs outside. Monday Window
At the outset of our annual town festival the mayor and other dignitaries as well as the wine princesses of the region gather on the balcony of the old town hall. The mayor gives a speech and everybody waits for the cannon to fire from the nearby castle. Once the shot is heard the mayor asks the crowd below: “Wem is die Kerwe?” and the crowd bellows: “Unser!!!” – and four days of revelling can commence.
Translation: “Whose Festival Is It?” – “Ours!!!”
Double-gedippt (sic!) for FOWC with Fandango: Outset
and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Festival
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The underpass started out like most underpasses: Grey, naked, and boring. Then sprayers took over. Some stuff was good, some wasn’t. Then taggers started to spray over it and pretty soon it looked like many underpasses do: a filthy mess. The town council decided to … Continue reading The Town Council Was Fed up
Nor quite seven either. But it’s almost seven.
I suppose I could have gone out and caught a clock at exactly 7 o’clock but it was much more fun to look at all the clocks in my archive. The closest I came to 7 o’clock was half past six (or “half seven”) on the face of the Uhrtürmlein in Frankfurt
and three minutes to seven in Bourg-en-Bresse at the con-cathedral Notre Dame.
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Silent Sunday
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and we call chips pommes (with the -es clearly audible).
Either way, I prefer the beers (not necessarily that brand).
A sequoia is exotic in Germany. But Weinheim has so many of them that they call their forest “Exotenwald”. The pebbles have accumulated on Holy Island (Lindisfarne). I thought the cairns had a cultural or historical significance but no! people just like to make little … Continue reading From Mammoth to Pebble
