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|Nuremberg Castle, source: wikipedia.org|
As I walked around the Old Town area of Nuremberg, Germany, locally known as Altstadt, I just soaked up the quaint and historic feel of the area. There were plenty of people to watch, and around every corner was a beautiful and ornate building, from old mansions to dignified old row houses. I walked along a back street and took a few pictures, soothed by the tapping of shoes on cobblestone as visitors passed by. People were very friendly, and most smiled and nodded as I passed. I had always wanted to travel to Germany, and was really enjoying my Nuremberg tour.
|Christmas Market at Nuremberg, source: dailymail.co.uk|
I started to get a bit hungry, so I stopped at a sidewalk stall for a pretzel. As I walked on, a small white haired man leaning on a cane motioned me to him. “Do you see what you’re passing next to?” he asked in broken English, with a wry smile. I said "I didn't" and he pointed to a statue of a big ox, next to a bridge across a small river. He pointed to a plaque on the bridge, which had the word “Fleischbrucke” and some writing in German underneath it. He said it was called the ‘meat bridge.’ The plaque explained that in the Middle Ages there were slaughtering houses nearby, which were later destroyed during the bombing in World War II. He said that if locals got a stupid answer from someone, they would say “the guy on the meat bridge could have told me that.” In other words - the ox could have made that stupid comment. We had a good laugh over that, and then he smiled, waved and shuffled away. What a delightful encounter during my Nuremberg tour.
|St. Sebaldus, source: planetware.com|
I passed an old round tower with bricks that looked to be from the Middle Ages, and next to it an archway that the street passed underneath, with a second story building out over the walkway. The architecture everywhere was ornate, intricate and old, with solid brickwork. I had heard about the Nuremberg churches, and next walked to the Frauenkirche. The name means Women’s Church or Church of Our Lady, depending on who is translating. I stood for a long time just studying the west façade of the huge Gothic structure. I was fascinated by the small steeples – I counted, there were ten on each side of the roof – that moved up the roofline to the central steeple in the middle. I had never seen a church front like it, and the effect was striking, because it drew the eye up to the central steeple. In the middle of the façade was an ornate clock with a tableau beneath it, which apparently showed the Holy Roman Emperor seated with the prince-electors surrounding him. This was evidently homage of a sort to Emperor Charles IV sitting on the throne. The whole effect of the structure was impressive, and I stood for a long time just gazing at it.
|Downtown Nuremberg, Source: TripAdvisor|
Then I went from low to high and walked up to Nuremberg Castle (Kaiserburg Nurnberg). It was a bit of a hike, but a fun walk as I began to see the city unfold beneath me. I was not disappointed – the views of the city from the top of the hill were spectacular! This was why I wanted to tour Germany. I stood for a long time just looking out over the Old Town, letting my eyes follow the city wall as it wound around the town, and enjoying the cool breeze. I had read that the castle was built in 1495, in one year, which was pretty astonishing given the size of the building. I next wandered through the castle gardens, relaxing as I enjoyed the lovely scents, smells and sights of the profusion of flowers. Some flowerbeds were laid out in perfect squares and lines, and yet other areas had a more natural arrangement as the purple and pink flowers spread across the grounds.
Finally, tired after my walking day, I headed back down the hill to a fine German dinner at our hotel. I had been captivated by Nuremberg, and knew I would return again – part of me hoped I would again bump into the small man who had been such a delightful companion at the Ox Statue. I’d like to buy him a beer.
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