If you do nothing more to do in the garden, you come into the city. In my case, the Frankfurt.
In the parking garage on the Frankfurt main station we found a parking space.
Frankfurt main station
And that's a good thing, because people just across the exit of the parking garage is located "Wacker's Kaffee" .
Wacker's Kaffee
is so beautiful the area around it, but the smell of coffee ... hmmmmmmm ... draws us directly into the small café in the grain market No. 9 This is truly no-Schicki Micki cafe, but a "coffee shop" pure!
The scent of the big wide world, the nice coffee shop assistant, the tiny little table and seating ... has something! While I schonmal us fight for a seat appointed us, to whom I have entrusted to me at the bar, coffee (self service). When sipping the delicious drink, I decide never to drink my coffee somewhere else.
are everywhere bulging sacks of coffee beans from Brazil, Africa, and god knows what from where.
I ask the operator whether I can buy an empty bag.
"Sure it costs 1.50 a piece!"
eight sacks, I now that I think of something nice leave. You still smell.
But then we have to go. Finally, waiting for "the line" around the corner for us. More specifically, "My Zeil".
I can only say: "Without Words" ... for me as a "child from the country" is pure madness!
a giant escalator leads without stopover from bottom to top - past the many small and big shops and past a roller coaster made of glass - Boach that has something!
First, we drove the escalator to the top and then we walked down the stairs (you can of course also one of the many " short "take the escalator). Below
formed in front of a shop a giant snake . 2 bodyguard in front of the entrance and let people only intermittently pure. "Hey," I ask two girls, "What's here?" "So clothes!" The replies of both and I think I have seen that they rolled their eyes. A little old lady behind clarified me: "The only business of it here in Germany you need a pure experience, which has !" "And what are these clothes? "Aw, surfer stuff. Expensive but in!"
Menno ... why I'm not such a business idea?
us is now but after what felt like secular and therefore we control the
to Kleinmarkthalle
. To get there, if you diagonally across from the "My Line" in the first street turn right, Hasengasse 5-7 . A giant banner with regard stretched across the road. Can not be missed.
What we expected because, oh man, that has all pretty much .
We have been really hungry! However, we are again
all the delicacies from Italy, Giechenland, Turkey, Persia and the rest of the world and line up in the queue at the sausage stand of "Use small" one.
Here is where the whole world: Yuppis, homeless, retirees, bankers, Japanese, housewives, and once even Helmut Kohl. The sausage meat is
small cult of woman! The hat was!
The man before us in the long line tells us that he now for 18 years goes every day to Ilse and there his portion of meat sausage pick up. Respect!
on a 10 cm table (better panel) on the wall we have to take our achievements to us and I must say it tastes really good! With or without garlic!
back, past the "My Zeil," we go into the gravelled road No 12
there waiting for us Hubendubel: Books without end ... 3 floors and 3 between floors (or was it even more?) ... Books everywhere you look.
is now saved my remaining winter. Boredom is not now, even without a garden. Must say the hat was.
After we put our packs in the car have a walk through the Romans and we control the "Iron Bridge".
On the other hand, it is left to Sachsenhausen to Dax (the walk will take longer!). No, the Dax has nothing to do with the stock market, but rather something with apple wine.
cider-Dax
And the landlord told us already that it's Dax has been around much longer.
When you host has ever felt that people know each other for ages, and of course we are "perdu"!
The menu is quite rustic, there are what eat the Hesse, from em Kochdopp and De Panne:
excerpt from the menu: steak
- en awesome,
vun de Schnitzel Wutz, '
veal - the sense of Klaane cooling,
e (note these are not the author Sempervivum!) some thing vun de Kaltmamsell,
For Langmäulscher that habbe where no hunger,
Gudes vun de Südzugger Susi,
Salade for granivores unn distribute and Green,
as of Panne God soins kreadiv vein
Unn more and nadierlisch aach what Dorscht de fer!
Oh man!! But that has quite something!
We order what hearty.
On Main along then you go back over the iron bridge
'
main station.
You can not of course to the parking garage bill gaze (flenn!), it has been worth in any case and certainly I'll be right back - because Frankfurt has a lot more!
At this point I would like to thank my sincere thanks to my friend A., who gave me many good tips Frankfurt. Without them I would have felt in the big city, like a little country mouse.
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