|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.
|Ahhh, Bamberg. |
This photo was taken by my brother John in summer - October afternoons do not lend themselves to outdoor photography.
|This is how you know you're in Bavaria: red roofs.|
|St. Kunigunde (centre statue): local celebrity and mediaeval feminist of sorts|
|Before I bought a house of my own, this kind of domicile delighted me. Now I can only think about the rising damp.|
|Bwoah! Nice knockers! |
(Sorry, but I just couldn't resist. And they are nice, aren't they?)