In Koblenz the river Moselle joins the river Rhine – the corner jutting into the water is called Deutsches Eck, i.e. German corner. FOWC with Fandango: Converge
Tag: Koblenz
Different Times, Different Place
It might have been an easier time when police and public were more affable in their dealings with each other. It might also be due to the region – the people of the Rhineland are known for their jovial demeanour.
These are two sculptures (2 of 6, distributed in the centre of Koblenz) in honour of historic local characters, here market-woman Ringelstein and Constable Otto. They stand next to each other, Otto is taking down a complaint by Mistress Ringelstein.
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An Earthly Wine Melt
Rhein and Mosel: two streams that each has travelled through major wine growing country before they meet here, at the “Deutsche Eck”, the German corner, in Koblenz.
I was up in a cable car and against the sun so my pictures don’t show the amazing spectacle that the blue-greyish water of the Rhein conflates with the brownish water of the Mosel (probably due to bad weather further to the west).
“Curses!!! We are not going on a cruise!”
A cruse is an old word for an earthenware pot or jar. In the Book of Kings in the Old Testament is the story of a widow who’s cruse of oil never runs try.
I found this mural on the side of a house in Koblenz. This is what it looked with the house attached, so to speak:
A German Corner
And now lets mix Rhine wine and wine from the Moselle and see what happens…
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Coalesce
It Must Be All the Wine
The people living in the Rheinland, the area on both sides of the middle section of the river Rhine, are said to be jolly, fun-loving, and generally full of joie de vivre. In Koblenz they have a sculpture of two people illustrating a well-known verse of a regional writer who wrote hunourous poems.
a market-woman 
a policeman
The verse is written on a plaque on the ground:
The market-woman to the officer: "Believe me I'm patient but My husband has been peed on by our neighbour's mutt."
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Jocularity.
Five Questions
Is maternal feeling confined to humans?
Is it still guarding when people ignore you?
Can we call it cohabitation if we never see eye to eye?
If I can’t see the bottom does that mean the lake is groundless?
Are there non-variegated guinea fowls?
Thursday’s Special: Pick a Word.
The women who work at the markets
This Schifferstädter Marktfrau wheels her beets to the market in front of the Rathaus in Schifferstadt, a town next to the river Rhein in the upper Rhine valley.
This cheerful Maatfrau sits in Koblenz, a couple of hundred kilometres down the river, with her lettuce and potatoes on offer.
And finally, in the heartland of the asparagus growing region, this Spargelfrau sells her wares in Schwetzingen in view of the palace – fitting for this noble vegetable.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Markets.
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