Anzac Day occurs on 25 April. It commemorates all New Zealanders killed in war and also honours returned servicemen and women. The date itself marks the anniversary of the landing of New…
If there’s one football (soccer to you…) team that polarises in Germany, it’s Bayern Munich. Hugely successful (which in itself generates a huge following – who wants to go through…
Through accidents of birth and abduction, resulting in forced emigration at an early age, I have 2 passports. The UK side of the family dates back to the 1600s, so…
It took the council a while (and they’ve probably forgotten whose idea it was in the first place anyway), but they’ve certainly got cracking in the beautification department, with just…
I hadn’t said a word. Ms jb watched me taking the photo and said “I know how your mind works. You are just plain disgusting….” Right she is….
“Lautstark” in the Augustinerstrasse in the Altstadt is pretty much the last of a dying breed of specialist record stores. Rockpile‘s gone and if I’m honest, Lautstark isn’t quite in…
Asparagus is traditionally – around here anyway – the harbinger of spring, Easter/Ēostre and other pagan rites. 2013 didn’t quite get things right – Easter/Ēostre was early, spring was late…
It’s was either very localised or those pesky farmers are turbocharging their asparagus fields again….. (Go on! Ask me about the pyramid…)
The clue to yesterday’s puzzle. Needless to say, I’m still none the wiser….
Breidenbacherstrasse. The answer tomorrow…..
Finally! Temperatures up in the 20s, spring bulbs ablossoming, bees abuzzing and the first bike ride of the season. And all this just minutes before the summer solstice….
In my spare time (and as a favour to these 2, although I charge other people), I set up web presences for artists. Ute Matschke (l) and Maria Meyer (r)…
The Gautor Apotheke, a pharmacy in the shadow of the Gautor at the top of the Gaustrasse, closed its doors at the end of 2011 after 70 years in business.…
It snowed last week. We’re only DAYS away from the summer solstice and it’s SNOWING? Paul at the Kaffee Kommune 2 tries to get us in the mood with bunches…
The Eisgrubschule celebrates its new sports facility in style. Here’s the history: https://mainzdailyphoto.com/2007/10/16/die-eisgrub-244/
Signora Anna (of the hair with chameleon genes and either from Nackenheim or Palermo) spied us on the market the other day: “I no see you at Easter – wait…
..and all I got was this lousy postcard. Which I can’t read….
At the very excellent Shakespeare & So in the Gaustrasse
….er….Ice on a cold Saab roof.
Madame Pompom is a new shop in the Johannisstrasse run by Anna-Claire Müller, the daughter of the folks who own Moguntia Kaffeerösterei. Can’t seriously imagine becoming a regular … Madame…
I can’t recall the last time I voluntarily drank filter coffee, but Paul at Kaffeekommune Zwei (@kaffeekommune, #kk2) in the Gaustrasse extracted a promise from me that I’d at least…
This is Saturday morning at Metzgerei Schmidt in the Klarastrasse. Germans not being renowned for their queuing culture (now, THERE’s an oxymoron if there ever was one…), a typical conversation…
The only buds I’ve seen recently are on this carved door in the Augustinerstrasse….
Germans are world champions in recycling. Plastic and paper are picked up for free every 2 weeks, you get a rebate on your compost bin and 13 collections of organic…
Time was, I had a motorbike. Quite fancied myself as the roadracer back then, reinforced by the praise of a traffic cop who surmised that I’d been breaking the speed…
Either real ones (organic, of course…) coloured with natural dyes. Or something like this.
I’ve always associated canaries with feathers and coalmines. Definitely not with Erisymum. Maybe someone has an explanation. In the meantime, here’s a true story: My uncle John (Group Captain, RAF…
I have no idea how long the folk opposite the pharmacy in Klein-Winternheim have been reading the Allgemeine Zeitung, but from the detritus that’s attached itself to the newspaper tube,…
I can’t help it, but when I saw this sign, I was immediately transported back to to 1972 and Chuck Berry’s ” sophomoric, double-entendre-laden ode to ….ahem…” as one critic…
….but this, I believe, is Old Man’s Beard, currently the only distraction from an almost interminable greyness. And while we’re on the topic, I’ve discovered a new euphemism. No longer…
Eostre bunnies all set up for the weekend. I do enjoy a good old pagan festival….
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