Aug. 29th, 2012 09:49 am
abouthalfthree: black on white lino print of a domestic street (Default)
It seems way past time to write about my last day in Germany.

I got up early in Köln to catch the train to Frankfurt. I had to change trains at the station you go through to on the way to the airport. I am sure that the lockers there would have been cheaper than the ones at Frankfurt main station. Anyway!

I navigated my way to the galleries from the map at the station. It was amazing. There was an exhibition of photography, which was interesting. And a great presentation of post War art. I also went through the Städel collection that came here. I decided to go through in room order, which did involve a bit of backtracking.

After filling myself up with art and a salad from the cafe I wandered through the streets of Frankfurt. I found gummibears and chocolate and lucky pigs. And a bookshop.

Then I wandered into Pride. It was, unexpectedly, Pride weekend in Frankfurt. There were a lot of people wandering down the main mall. Then I saw two people decked out in feathers and make up who greeted each other excitedly. I figured it had to be something like Pride to have people dressed so alike to go somewhere that they weren't actually going to together. The main stage had drag performances and stalls of food and drink. I had an apfelschörle (apfelschörle!) and a Ukrainian speciality - deep fried savoury dough with cheese on top!

I did a lot of wandering through Frankfurt getting back to the station. I tried to go via some icecream, but ended up just at the icecream shop at the station. I still got to sit outside and watch people go by while working my way through a pile of icecream, cream and cherries.

Then I was on the train to the airport. Then I was in the airport. It was pretty much indistinguishable from my the trip there. The in flight entertainment in the plane wasn't as good, but I had my iPod and my book.

I got back on a Monday morning and had a chance go to the shops, unpack everything and start getting through my washing. P and L got back in the evening, so I wanted to have gotten everything through the washing machine before they would need it.

Okay, that's Frankfurt, finally! Uni stated on the Tuesday, so it's been pretty full on Uni work and work work since then. I'm going to Sydney on Friday, and I'm putting together my midsumma exhibition application, so there will be more posts in the future.

The city of Sophronia is made up of two half-cities. In one there is the great roller coaster with its steep humps, the carousel with its chain spokes, the Ferris wheel of spinning cages, the death-ride with crouching motorcyclists, the big top with the clump of trapezes hanging in the middle. The other half-city is of stone and marble and cement, with the bank, the factories, the palaces, the slaughterhouse, the school, and all the rest. One of the half-cities is permanent, the other is temporary, and when the period of its sojourn is over, they uproot it, dismantle it, and take it off, transplanting it to the vacant lots of another half-city.

~ Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino