Life in Bavaria
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| You know what they say: if it's not Baroque, don't fix it. |
Following my last post, in which I revealed the level of subterfuge I engage in to make you all think my house should be a model for
Better Homes and Living magazine, I thought I'd show you a snapshot or two of life in Bavaria. I live in the middle of an axis formed by three very beautiful and very different cities. There's
Nuremberg (Nürnberg), which has the mediaeval flair of a Grimm fairytale, then there's
Regensburg on the Danube, which - and be sure, the locals will inform you of this at least once during your visit there - is called 'Italy's northern-most city' because of its broad streets, squares and its plethora of towers (they were quite the 'in' thing five hundred years ago) and then there's
Bamberg ... that's where I was on Friday.
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Ahhh, Bamberg.
This photo was taken by my brother John in summer - October afternoons do not lend themselves to outdoor photography. |
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| This is how you know you're in Bavaria: red roofs. |
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The front door of the cathedral.
Not one you should forget your keys to. |
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| St. Kunigunde (centre statue): local celebrity and mediaeval feminist of sorts |
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| Before I bought a house of my own, this kind of domicile delighted me. Now I can only think about the rising damp. |
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Bwoah! Nice knockers!
(Sorry, but I just couldn't resist. And they are nice, aren't they?) |
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