Hamelin, Germany |
Trip #3: Sunday June 6, 1999 Where the heck is Hamelin? Just 45 min. south west of Hannover. And why did we choose to go there? An American in Hamburg recommended that we go there to see 16th century architecture. That was enough reason for me. So we (Ben, Ryan, Paul, myself, and our bikes) hopped on a train to Hamelin.
For those of you who don�t know the Pied Piper tale, here�s my interpretation of it. (I�d better get it right because I heard it in English, French, and Japanese. German too, but that doesn�t help much.)
Hamelin doesn�t waste any time. Upon arrival at the train station, we saw two statues of Pied Piper. |
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We first toured around the Altstadt (old town). Really nice. Probably the nicest Altstadt I�ve seen in Germany so far. There were a lot of narrow and wavy streets, surrounded by trendy restaurants. |
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We then biked to the Rathaus (city hall). In front in the courtyard was a big sculpture of children and (guess who?) Pied Piper playing his pipe. |
At the bottom of the mountain on a main road, we were puzzled at all the locals standing by a main street doing nothing. Lo & behold, there was a huge parade. This parade went on and on and on. Soccer players, Basketball players, Dancers, Beer Brewers, members of all types of clubs, Brazilians, Americans, Cyclists; you get the point. Everyone that�s anyone was in it.
We felt we had seen enough of the Pied Piper for a single trip, so we decided to pass up on the Hamelin Museum - where the Piper is displayed in 20 poses and 20,000 books - and went back home to Hannover. It�s a good thing Pied Piper exists. If it didn�t, Hamelin would be hurting for an identity. |