The festival of Fasnacht is a carnival in Alemannic folklore that takes place in the few days before Lent in Southern Germany, Switzerland and Alsace. The Alemanni were German tribes who lived in this part of Europe nearly two thousand years ago and this area remains characterised by a form of German with a distinct dialogue called Alemannic.
The celebration literally means ‘Fasting Eve’ as it originally referred to the day before the fasting season of Lent. The schools are all closed for this festival and all over the Black Forest there are six days of parties and making merry.
Read The Full Story Here…
Posted in Arts and Crafts, Europe, Food, Germany, History, Literature, Natural Environment, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Black Forest, Carnival Masks, Fasnacht, Germany, Hausach, Lent, Rammersweier Hoff Hotel
Welcome to my latest theme. Monday Washing Lines.
This was spotted on a Gondola ride on the canals of Venice…
Good pegging out, all one colour which saves worrying about matching pegs to washing. Being slightly critical, I wouldn’t hang stripes next to spots and I would have hung the spotted pillow case next to the matching sheet, but that’s just me.
At water level there was a completely different perspective to the buildings and here we could see the exposed brickwork and the crumbling pastel coloured stucco, sun blistered and frost picked and giving in to the constant assault of the waters of the lagoon as it gnaws and gouges its relentless way into the fabric of the buildings.
It is a challenge, do feel free to join in…
Posted in Arts and Crafts, Childhood, Europe, History, Italy, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Laundry, Monday Washing, Venice, Venice Canals, Washing Day, Washing Lines
More memories, this time from Family Holidays in Northern France (1978-2017)…
Posted in Arts and Crafts, Beaches, Europe, Food, France, History, Literature, Natural Environment, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Abbeville, Ambleteuse, Amiens, Audreselles, Boulogne Old Town, calais, Côte d'Opale, Culture, Eurotunnel, France, Life, Napoleon Bonaparte, Picardy, Wimereux
We lived at Chislehurst Avenue for just over a year. Dad built a new rockery, I made friends with John and Michael Sparks who lived opposite, had my fifth birthday and started going to school at the Ravenhurst Primary where my first teacher was Miss Bird. Dad continued to cycle fifteen miles each way to work in the town of Hinckley.
There was a photograph by the front door of course, this time with my grandparents who were visiting from London and as you can see I have moved up a bike size. It is quite possible that my Mum took this particular picture because she has always had a tendency to cut feet off a picture…
Read The Full Story Here…
Posted in Age of Innocence, Childhood, Growing up in the 1950s, History, Natural Environment, Postcards, United Kingdom
Tagged Braunstone Leicester, Chislehurst Avenue Leicester, Cleveleys Avenue Leicester, Hinckley, Narborough, Ravenhurst Primary School
Continuing with my look back through the archives, on February 5th 2008 I was in the French City of Strasbourg…
Strasbourg is the seventh largest city in France and is regarded as the cultural cross roads between Germanic and Latin culture. I
n the recent past Strasbourg has been passed between Germany and France like an unwilling baton in a relay race. Before the French Revolution it was a free city but the fanatical Jacobins seized it for the Republic. In 1870 after the Franco-Prussian war culminated in the creation of modern Germany it was ceded to Berlin but after the First-World-War in 1918 it returned to France. In 1940 the Nazis seized the city and it was liberated again in 1944 and has remained French thereafter
Read The Full Story Here…
Posted in Cathedrals, Europe, France, Germany, History, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Alsace, Belgium, Burgundy, France, France Postcards, Germany, Luxembourg, Offenburg, Strasbourg, Switzerland, The Netherlands
The station at Triberg was a little way out of town so we caught a bus with lots of other people into a busy main street full of activity but whatever was going on must have just finished because within only a few minutes Triberg was just as quiet as Villingen.
With more snow today we thought we might visit the waterfall again and climb higher this time but more snow was a problem and the paths were closed even lower down than two days previously so we walked along footpaths under pine trees that would occasionally give up their covering of snow in a dramatic little avalanche that fell on us as we walked along the snow covered trails.
On account of the blizzard the cuckoo clock house was closed and so were most of the other souvenir shops. The Black Forest Museum was open but didn’t look very thrilling and certainly not worth €5 each entrance fee. So we did what we had really come here to do and found the Café Schäfer, which since 1867 is Triberg’s oldest patisserie, for a slice of authentic Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte or Black Forest gateau.
Not only does the Café Schäfer serve Black Forest Gateau but it claims to have invented it. There are alternative conflicting claims about the origin but we were in Triberg in the Black Forest so I am sticking with this one.
The café is where the owner is the son of the apprentice of the chef who first invented the famous cake in 1915 and who continues today to bake to the original recipe and just to prove it there is a photograph of the recipe hanging on the wall.
Waiting for it to be served I was reminded now about dining out in England in the 1970s. There was a chain of steakhouses called the Berni Inn and if you were out to impress this was the place to take a girlfriend on a first date or later on, if the date worked out to any sort of anniversary. If you ever dined at a Berni Inn then for sure you will remember the most popular combination on the menu – Prawn Cocktail, Steak Garni and Black Forest Gateau.
A Berni Inn Black Forest Gateau almost certainly came out of the freezer but here they were clearly freshly baked.
Typically, Black Forest gateau consists of several layers of chocolate sponge cake sandwiched with whipped cream and cherries. It is decorated with additional whipped cream, maraschino cherries, and chocolate shavings. This all sounds rather straight forward to me but the most important ingredient is kirschwasser, a clear spirit made from sour cherries and in German law any dessert called Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte must have kirschwasser.
I am not especially fond of cake but I have to say that it was delicious and lived up completely to expectations, full of dark chocolate sponge layers, juicy morello cherries soaked in the liquor, chocolate shavings that melted in the mouth and lashings of dreamy fresh cream which was quite magnificent and nothing like the grotesque Sarah Lee frozen variety of 1970s bourgeois dinner parties when trying to recreate a Berni Inn feast in our own dining rooms.
After the cake and with the town closed we walked back through the snow bound streets to the station and caught the train back to Offenburg.
Posted in Arts and Crafts, Europe, Food, Germany, History, Natural Environment, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Badische Schwarzwaldbahn, Black Forest Gateau, Café Schäfer, Cuckoo Clocks, Rammersweier Hoff Hotel, Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte
About ten years ago we got into the habit of going annually to Germany, specifically to the Black Forest in search of snow. On February 2nd 2010 we were staying in a lovely hotel in the town of Offenburg…
On the evening before the train ride the restaurant was especially busy and we had to share a table with a German couple from Friedrichshafen in a side room just off the main dining area. Because they were so busy the service was slow which meant that we drank more wine than usual and after the German couple had left us to ourselves I started to poke around the bric-a-brac and the ornaments and then foolishly started to fiddle with an impressive large cuckoo clock hanging on the wall behind the table.
Immediately I wished I hadn’t touched those cone things that drive the mechanism because it unexpectedly whirred into life and out popped the cuckoo which unfortunately turned out to be a rather loud cuckoo. And then as the chain headed non stop towards the floor it popped out several more times, each time announcing itself with its little song that just seemed to get louder and louder. The doors were banging, the birds were tweeting, the chains were rattling and I wondered if to stop it I might have to throttle it.
This impromptu and unscheduled entertainment seemed to amuse the people on the bus tour who were giggling and laughing and I just wanted the thing to get back in its box and shut up. There was no such luck and the clock went through twenty-four movements in under two minutes and believe me that is an awful lot of cuckoos. Then just as I was giving up all hope the thing thankfully finally exhausted itself and it stopped and with me red faced with embarrassment we slipped out of the restaurant and went back to our room before I could get up to any more mischief.
Read the Full Story Here…
Posted in Europe, Germany, History, Hotels, Natural Environment, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Badische Schwarzwaldbahn, Cuckoo Clocks, Offenburg, Rammersweier Hoff Hotel, Triberg, Villingen-Schwenningen
I am inspired today by my blogging Pal Jo who has completed a thirty one day challenge to post in pictures and in words about a visit to Barcelona.
In 2018 I visited Barcelona and my friend and keen photographer Richard spent every spare minute taking pictures of Sagrada Familia. I am convinced that he possesses the largest collection of pictures of the Gaudi masterpiece in the entire World.
I am quite unable to compete with either Jo or Richard so I offer you these alternative images.
These are from the walls of the nearby metro station…
This is from the beach at Barconaleta…
And this is from the inevitable gift shop…
Posted in Beaches, Cathedrals, Europe, History, Postcards, Spain, Travel
Tagged Antoni Gaudi, Barcelona, Basilica, Catalonia, Gaudi, La Sagrada Família, Pointless Souvenirs, Roman Catholicism
Today I am still in Riga, fourteen years ago…
Click on an Image to scroll through the Gallery…
Posted in Cathedrals, Europe, History, Latvia, Literature, Postcards, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Freedom Monument, Riga, Saint George, Saint Roland, UNESCO