In my hometown, our festival ist considered an additional season. For one glorious weekend the old part of the town is decorated with white and blue bunting and colourful lights and in many courtyards temporary taverns are opened serving wine, beer, local delicacies and in the last few years also more adventurous fares.
Linked to Simply Snaps: Simply Seasonal.
The big slide – each year an attraction for kids and adults alike at our town festival, with interruptions for more than 50 years. I remember coming home each year with at least one scraped knee on one side and an abrasion on the other. The stairs aren’t called Höllenstaffel (stairway to hell) for nothing.
Posted for Six Word Saturday. More six words and photos can be found here.
When I researched the name of this tower I found it aptly described as “Aussichtsmonstrum” = look-out monstrosity. There is, even with towers, no accounting for taste. It adds 21m to the Stäffelsberg (480m) to afford a view over the Pfälzer Wald in the southern part of Rhineland-Palatium, close to the French border.
This much older tower (by about 700 years) is arguably more beautiful. It stands in Weinheim, on the other side of the Rhine. It has dominated my childhood as my parents’ (and now my sister’s) garden lies directly behind it. Which is why I include this less popular view of the Blauer Hut (the Blue Hat, as it is known):
For One Word Sunday: Tower.
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Living in Germany it would have been indeed easy to find a building that is not only 100 years old but several hundreds. Close to my hometown, they found the foundations of a Roman estate dating back to the second century AD. But I decided to show the Wachenburg, one of the two castles overlooking Weinheim an der Bergstraße, in Germany. It looks like a Romanesque castle (the roof received new tiles a few years ago) but it is little over 100 years old. The main buildings were constructed between 1907 and 1913 by a Corps of former students (more information on these student fraternities can be found here) to serve as a memorial for members who had died during the Franco-Prussian war of 1870/71 and a location for their yearly meetings. Family lore has it that my grandfather worked on the roof gutters as a young tinsmith.
For the A Photo a Week Challenge: over 100 years old. For more old photos click here.
When we still had a count in our town he lived with his family in this castle. Today it is used for the offices of the town council. My dad used to work in one of the offices and when I visited him as a little girl I loved to walk up the flight of steps, counting each one, past two naked ladies in black marble, and imagine myself a young revolutionary charged with numerous counts of rebellion.
This is for One Word Sunday with the topic “count“. More counts can be found here.
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