1599.
Original windows.
I think
Maybe not.

Bet the paint is, though…

Gonsenheim, a flash (more-of-a-small-city-than-a) suburb of Mainz, has a bit of history.

Early Stone Age – 4500 years ago – ceremonial jade axes

Late Bronze Age – 3000 years – remnants of a settlement

Roman – 2000 years – you can’t dig a hole around here without finding a shipyard or a temple or the northernmost Roman amphitheatre

Franks – 1250 years ago, with a noble by the name of Gunzo settling here and naming the place Gunsenheim.

At some stage, it changed to Gonsenheim, although if you ask a local where they’re from they’ll say “Gunsenum.”

So 1250 years of documented history.

Time for a hoolie.

All the local clubs and organisations occupied various courtyards, churning out frites and every other healthy culinary product that you could image, alcohol copiously consumed and speeches given.

By the mayor of Mainz, by the local mayor, by the head of the local council, by the daughter of a previous mayor, by the local mayor, by Her Highness the Strawberry Queen (in full regalia), by the head of the local council, by someone else and that’s where I lost track

Day saved by running into biologist Dr. Jessica Berasategui (who we know and love as Kleine Jessica from the time I used to draw pictures with her when she was a Littlie and whose doctorate dissertation is titled “Distribution and Evolution of C4 and C3 Eudicots: Insights from Global and Local Analyses Using Extensive Data Sources) , chemist husband Dr. Matias Berasategui (who is going to save the world by creating fusion by blasting something with lasers. I think), Littlie Finn (3) and Little Jess’s mum Alice, best looking Gran in the whole of Mainz and whose husband Andreas used to work with Ms MDP at around the time of the Franks.

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