Arriving at Frankfurt station, an mighty building, as are most German main stations.
I have been writing to my Swiss penfriend for six years, and on Saturday we met in Frankfurt, the halfway point between Basel and Braunschweig, for a stroll along the banks of the River Main, and for a delicious lunch in a market square. The weather forecast has been dire, but apart from a downpour at lunch time, the day was cool but dry.
I have seen geese like this before, does anyone know what they are?
After the 2.45 hour journey there in the train, it was good to have a good walk along the banks of the Main, which flows into the River Rhein somewhere or other. (I must find out more!) The journey seemed so short coming back, why is that?
Sitting outside a Gasthof enjoying a good lunch and drinking beer.
It was good to come across a quiet square, with some historical interest. Frankfurt seems to be a city of skyscrapers and too much traffic.
The day was a little marred by the presence of a noisy helicopter hovering over the city. A Nazi march had been organised for that day, with a counter demonstration, and the area near the station was thronged with policemen and their cars. At one point we came across the demonstration, but turned in the other direction, and avoided the protests.
A lovely day out.
The day was a little marred by the presence of a noisy helicopter hovering over the city. A Nazi march had been organised for that day, with a counter demonstration, and the area near the station was thronged with policemen and their cars. At one point we came across the demonstration, but turned in the other direction, and avoided the protests.
A lovely day out.
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