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The Frankfurt am Main Finale – Part 2


Two weeks from yesterday was one of the more entertaining, if not poignant, days I’ve spent in Germany.  It was the last full day of my recent extensive stint out there, and Ms. Müller and I spent it wandering around Frankurt am Main.

The length of the trip made it ridiculously strenuous.  I spent 7 straight weeks working in power plants.  But, I also spent the vast majority of those 7 weeks living the closest thing to a normal, happy life I’ve ever seen.  I spent better than a month, an entire month, in the same city.  And, with a girl about whom I’m absolutely crazy.  I woke up in the morning and kissed Ms. Müller goodbye, went to work all day, came ‘home’ to the hotel, spent the evenings and my few days off with her and her crazy family, and I got to kiss her goodnight.  It was delightful.

It was also hard, really hard, to watch it come to an end.  But, I think this time (the third time we’ve said goodbye) was a little easier.  We both felt strangely fine knowing that the goodbye was temporary; we’ll see each other again soon, one way or another.  So we did our best to deny the inevitable and enjoy a beautiful Saturday in the city…  Take a look.

Well, that’s all she wrote.  It was a helluva trip.  And while I’m glad to be back in the land of English and air conditioning, something tells me I’ll look back on that there month and a half as one of the happier times of my life.  And considering the considerable ass-beating I took working out there, that’s saying something.  But I’d do it all again tomorrow if they’d let me.

Come back soon for the French Quarter and Bourbon Street…

-B. Littleton

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The Frankfurt am Main Finale


Two weeks ago today was one of the more entertaining, if not poignant, days I’ve spent in Germany.  It was the last full day of my recent extensive stint out there, and Ms. Müller and I spent it wandering around Frankurt am Main.

The length of the trip made it ridiculously strenuous.  I spent 7 straight weeks working in power plants.  But, I also spent the vast majority of those 7 weeks living the closest thing to a normal, happy life I’ve ever seen.  I spent better than a month, an entire month, in the same city.  And, with a girl about whom I’m absolutely crazy.  I woke up in the morning and kissed Ms. Müller goodbye, went to work all day, came ‘home’ to the hotel, spent the evenings and my few days off with her and her crazy family, and I got to kiss her goodnight.  It was delightful.

It was also hard, really hard, to watch it come to an end.  But, I think this time (the third time we’ve said goodbye) was a little easier.  We both felt strangely fine knowing that the goodbye was temporary; we’ll see each other again soon, one way or another.  So we did our best to deny the inevitable and enjoy a beautiful Saturday in the city…  Take a look.

An interesting story about St. Paul’s Church up there…  While we were strolling around, Ms. Müller took a really active interest in the history of the place, and told me a little bit about it.  Rather than attempt to give you a second hand account, I’ll lean on the most informative of crutches, it’s Wikipedia page:

History

The church started with the construction of the oval-shaped central church building in 1789. It was completed from 1829 to 1833, whereupon the organ loft was disconnected in 1833.

Because of its centralised design and dome, it was desired as the meeting place for the Frankfurt Parliament in the course of the German revolutions of 1848.

From 31 March until 3 April 1848, it was the meeting place for the Vorparlament, which prepared the election for the National Assembly. On 18 May 1848, the National Assembly met for the first time in the church, and was therefore named the Paulskirchenparlament. Until 1849, the National Assembly worked in the church to develop the first constitution for a united Germany. The resistance of Prussia, the Austrian Empire and a number of smaller German states ultimately destroyed the effort.

In May 1849, there were a number of uprisings to force the implementation of the constitution, but these were destroyed with the help of Prussia. On 30 May 1849, the Paulskirchenparlament was dissolved.

After 1852, St Paul’s was again used for religious services.

In World War II, the church was nearly destroyed along with much of the Frankfurt Innenstadt. As a tribute to its symbolism of freedom and as the cradle of Germany, it was the first structure in Frankfurt to be rebuilt after the war; it was reopened on the centennial of the Frankfurt Parliament.

While I’m at it, here’s the link the to the main Frankfurt am Main page, It comes in handy if you’re interested in knowing a little more…  If not, hope you enjoyed the pictures…

Come back tomorrow for rest of the stroll about the city.

-B. Littleton

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The Red Lights and Skyscrapers of Frankfurt


Well, in a charming bout of Murphy’s Law, right after I assured you all I would be back, the hard drive blew up on my computer.  But not all is lost, I have a new machine, and although I’m struggling a bit with the German keyboard, I’m back into comission.

The bad news is that I lost the majority of the pictures that I’ve taken this trip.  Those that I already uploaded are safe, but today’s post is but an abbreviated version of the original.  It was supposed to part 1 of 3.  Now it’s part 1 of 1.  Oh well, we still have some awfully pretty pictures of downtown Frankfurt in here, and who knows, maybe I can get my other laptop brought back to life and they’ll be up eventually.

I scheduled my flight out to Germany to allow for a couple of days with the lovely Ms. Müller.  I was bound for a little town in Bavaria, about 2.5 hours southeast of Frankfurt.  Ms. Müller calls Bergheim home, and that’s about 2 hours northwest of Franfurt.  So I used some George Clooney points to score us a free hotel in downtown Frankfurt, so we could meet up and spend the weekend together.

Our hotel. The Clarion Inn Frankfurt…

What I didn’t know, was that this totally legitimate hotel run by a totally legitimate hotel chain was located in the heart of the wholly illegitimate red light district.

Uh oh.  I know what those red lights mean…

And the view from our otherwise wonderful hotel room… That’s a big-ass whorehouse.

All things considered it wasn’t too bad.   There were an astonishing amount of clearly drugged up junkies running around, and a whole lot of broken-looking women in clothing I’ll politely describe as provocative, but the district lasted but a few rather depressing blocks, and beyond that was the city center…

Whores be damned. The next day we went for a little stroll…

Some pretty legit skyscrapers.

And there are more on the way, apparently…

They had some statues and shit too… Don’t know what they are. I never know what they are.

All the glass-front buildings made for some awfully pretty reflections…

So how do you say “Chinese fire drill” in German?

How they put that one building inside that other building is beyond me…

And finally, one more of the cranes. Like this one.

Kinda bums me out, I lost a lot of good pictures.  Oh well, there are those that back up, and those who will, I suppose.  I’m back in Bergheim now, and their fair city turned 700 years old this weekend.  I’ll tell you about the birthday festivities just as soon as I can.

-B. Littleton

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