Atlantica - 01.06.2001, Side 33

Atlantica - 01.06.2001, Side 33
Applewine is an acquired taste. I real- ly want to switch to beer, but I join in with everyone else for a few more rounds of the tart, yet sweet local favourite. For dinner my choices include such dishes as boiled ham, boiled leg of pork; there’s even a chunk of pork shoulder on offer, as well as numerous beef options. Nervous, I scan the menu for anything chicken. After the meal – and a few more glasses of applewine – our companions walk us to Frühlingsfest, a spring festi- val taking place a block off the Hauptwache metro stop. When we arrive the festival is raging: music is pumped overhead, beer is consumed and a mass of people, full of spring fever, are dancing in the streets. Strange, none of these revellers frolick- ing beneath the stars seem dulled by Frankfurt. Quite the opposite. Tonight, Frankfurt’s the place to be. A MAN NAMED GOETHE Nearly the entire city of Frankfurt was reduced to rocks and rubble during WWII. While great care was taken to restore certain areas (like Römerberg), architects went wild creating a post- modern look for the rest of the city. Frankfurt’s charm stems from this contrast between the modern and ancient. Stand in front of Paulskirche and be wowed by this symbol of divini- ty and order; look off to the side and stare up at the moneyed skyline to see the glass towers touching the clouds, monuments to high finance. But this morning I’m not interested in the business district or the churches. No, after I shake off the effects of too much applewine, I’m off to encounter a writer named Goethe. You see, as a poet I dog-eared page 18 of my Lonely Planet guide to Frankfurt as soon as I arrived, making sure to set aside some solo time for a visit to the Goethe Haus. Located in Willy-Brandt-Platz, the museum is centred around Goethe’s parental home where the writer-cum- philosopher spent his youth. It’s a bit disappointing that no manuscripts are entombed under glass, and these pesky curators pacing through the house like some sort of museum police are rub- A T L A N T I C A 31 FRANKFURT 028-034 ATL 3/01 FRANKFURT-rm 22.6.2001 15:46 Page 31
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