We had the good fortune to be there at midsummer, the time to go north in Europe, and the skyline at dusk looks something like this:
I went some years ago to Liverpool, another European port city from which there was much emigration, but which did not do so well in terms of trade. It is best known now outside the UK for the Beatles, but the city did not seem to wish to remember them. Hamburg however does:
at the Beatlemania museum in St Pauli, which has a fantastic collection of authentic artefacts, like this:
we ate herrings with apples and sour cream, and we saw Bob Dylan play at the Stadtpark.
the Fischmarkt is open only on Sunday mornings, from very early, and all the stalls have been taken out of the market hall. The above is what goes on inside, namely breakfast, beer and rockabilly. Excellent. You can buy not only fish on the quayside but fruit, vegetables, flowers, pasta, chocolate and, surprisingly, live animals (rabbits and chickens) which I do not think are intended as pets.
Go there, you really won't be sorry.
3 comments:
Yes - I have been intending to visit for some time - but I will NOT eat herrings because I hate them.
sounds like a fine place, unlike Liverpool (which does remember The Beatles far too much and sometimes forgets about dealing with the present).
Many of those who left Hamburg for the New World ended up in the East End of London, Hull, Newcastle, Glasgow or Dublin, either because that was all they could afford, or because they were conned into thinking they were in America.
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