One day in Frankfurt

There’s nothing wrong with Frankfurt; except, perhaps, that there’s nothing wrong with Frankfurt. It is a big, shiny, German city.

We had a very slow start to today, just because we could. And because a supermarket visit last night made sure we had coffee, muesli, and fresh milk available. Jennifer went for a run along the river – which was, by her report, cold but pleasant.

So it wasn’t until almost 12 that we set out to explore. The historic centre was completely rebuilt after being devastated by Allied bombing in WW2. It is pretty, but Disneyland perfect. There’s an austere Cathedral and a huge shopping street. At least in this part of town, there is a lot of shopping.

Later in the afternoon, we went to the Stadel Museum for a lovely fix of old master and impressionist art. The riverside near the Museum was a flea-market for the day and we had a nice time browsing. Then we headed into the cool Sachsenhausen area, south of the river, for a glass of Frankfurt’s famous Apfelwein and some cherry pastry. The Apfelwein is fine but I can see why it hasn’t taken the World by storm.

Our apartment is at one end of the shopping area and we are surrounded by demonstrators – Kurds, Venezualans, Syrians, and Germans for psychotherapy (yes, that’s a thing) are all chanting outside our windows.

We queued up twice to go up to the observation deck of the Main Tower. But the waiting time defeated us. So after a very pleasant dinner, we retreated to pack for the journey home tomorrow.