Euro Trip Day 45: Nuremburg, or Nuremburg, or Nürnberg, or Nuernberg. Several spellings, one city.
I’m trying to play catch up on posts here, so bear with me. :-)
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On Monday morning, July 19th, we got up, went and availed ourselves of our free breakfast at our hotel, and got our stuff packed to head to the train station.
At this point in time, we have packing down to a science. We LONG ago dispensed with the “his and hers” bags and went to a more practical system. My backpack (the big orange one) contains everything we don’t really use on a regular basis. This includes our cooler weather clothes (since I still haven’t convinced John to get ditch the TWO pairs of jeans and TWO hooded sweatshirts he brought with him), souvenirs, the small food bag we have, and the small toolkit we have. One of his bags contains all of the clothes we typically wear and the toiletries bag, and his smaller backpack has our laptops. When we pack, I’m responsible for packing my clothes and everything that lives in the big orange pack, and he’s responsible for his clothes and everything that lives in his packs. It works out really well, and there’s none of the usual scrambling of “did you remember to check the shower” or something like that.
Anyway, so we got on our train, which wasn’t one of the ICE trains (Germany’s high-speed network), just a little regional one. So I was expecting it to behave like a little regional train, puttering along at around 55mph. Then about 10 minutes into our trip, I glanced at the GPS readout on my phone, and about fell over. We were puttering along at the quite glorious speed of 102 miles per hour. OMG SWEET.
I’m SO all over this high-speed travel kind of thing. I love trains so much.
The other nice thing? Because I’m (sigh) over 26 and John and I are traveling on a saver pass (two or more people) we were required to buy a first-class pass. We haven’t had much opportunity to use it until now, as most trains we’ve been on have been second-class only. But German trains always seem to have both classes–SWEET. Heck, yesterday a… train attendant? (like a flight attendant, I guess?) came around and offered us newspapers and snacks!! Oh yeah!! First class also usually means air conditioning, bigger tables, and more seat room and leg room. I’m all over that.
So yeah, it’s nice to actually use the first-class passes we paid for. Why can’t air travel be that comfortable and comparatively inexpensive?
When we got to Nuremberg, it was only about 11:30 AM, but, continuing with the good luck we’ve had so far this trip, our hotel let us check in and leave our stuff in our room. I LOVE the feeling of taking off my backpack and leaving it somewhere so I can go explore — sooooo nice! We headed back to the metro from whence we’d come to go into the Old Town part of the city. When I got there I realized I’d somehow managed to leave my camera in the room. I’m thinking my shoulder was tring to sabotage me or something — it’s tired of lugging that camera around. But at least I had my phone camera, as always.
On our way into town, we stopped at a McDonald’s to see what their local offerings were (since the only other German town we were in, Neusorg, was too small to have a McDonald’s, or any sort of fast food place, for that matter.)
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All hail the pun. I had to smile when I saw this. :-) Although, if you think about it, we have the hamburger, and Hamburg is a city in Germany... so why not the Nuremburger?
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Old Town Nuremberg is really pretty — it’s its old European feel that is one of the reasons Hitler chose to hold the Nuremberg rallies there. He was apparently all for the traditional feel. The old town itself is centered around a large market square (Hauptmarkt) and a number of neat churches. I think we went into almost all of them. ;-)
My favorite church was St. Sebaldus, the only Lutheran Gothic church I’ve been in this entire trip. It started out as a Catholic church when it was constructed in the mid-1200s, but when the Reformation happened, it converted to a Lutheran church. However, with an eye toward preserving the “medieval piety” (according to the brochure I picked up at the church) they saved the icons, wall paintings, and shrine to to St. Sebald. I looked him up, and had to laugh. First, apparently no one’s really sure who St. Sebald actually was, or when he even lived. He was some hermit who came out of the forest somewhere between the 8th and 11th centuries to evangelize to some townspeople, and then died. Second, they built the church and the shrine to him before he’d officially been canonized by the Catholic church (which didn’t happen until 1425.) Heck of a risk there. I can just imagine it now — “O hai, we know you built a church for this dude, but FOOLED YA! we’re not actually going to make him a saint.” Heh.
For some reason, St. Sebaldus's shrine is held up by large snails. I have no idea why, but I grinned and had to force myself to walk (instead of run) over there to check it out when I saw it. :-)
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Anyway, you all know by now that I’m a huge sucker for the Gothic churches, but even by normal Gothic church standards, this one was one of my favorites because it still had a lot of its original paint job inside, and hadn’t been Baroqued almost at all. I don’t know why, but seeing the original medieval paint job is one of my favorite things about Gothic churches. A lot of places would paint almost the whole inside with not just religious art, but different designs and patterns almost like wallpaper. They’d go straight up the pillars and over the archways with really vivid colors. I would LOVE to see a Gothic church that’s been completely restored to what it would have looked like in the 14th century — not just by removing any design elements from later time periods, but with the original paint job restored to new.
I am so lucky that John is as patient with me as he is about seeing pretty much every single church we’ve come across on this trip. :-)
The door of the church had that kind of scary looking guy hanging above it, and it was supposed to represent a soul descending into hell. The top of the door handle is actually a skull. Kinda creepy, kinda cool.
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Sorry about only having cameraphone pics on here. I did go back right the day we left Nuremberg and take pictures with my real camera, but those will have to wait until later when I get around to posting them. :-)
Original medieval statue with original pattern painted on the wall around it.
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After we finished checking out the churches, we wandered up through the old castle and down around the other side, then headed back home in search of someplace to eat dinner before crashing for the evening. It was a nice, relaxing day. :-)
There is a statue of a rabid, deranged rabbit at Nuremberg Castle. Apparently it's a modern artist's tribute to German Renaissance painter Albrecht Dürer, who lived right next to the castle and who painted a painting called "Young Hare". The rabbit in his painting didn't look happy, but it wasn't nearly this deranged. It was quite amusing.
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Me at Nuremberg Castle.
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I long ago gave up on trying to get him to shave.
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Aerospace Museum of California
Last Sunday I ventured out in the torrential rain (over an inch!) to the Aerospace Museum of California to check out their new space display, a NASA-created traveling exhibit that will be there through September. I like space well enough, but I didn’t think the exhibit was worth the extra $10 on top of the regular admission price. I did find the huge GM commercial at the end of the exhibit rather amusing… at least they funded it before things went south!
One of the things they had that I thought was interesting was a bicycle-powered centrifuge. I got to take a ride on it – it was fairly neat. Close your eyes, tilt your head the direction it spins, and you just feel like you’re moving. But try to face up or opposite of the way it’s going, and instant stomach-churning. Also, opening your eyes also = a bad idea. For the record, I was only a bit green when I stepped off.
Me trying not to yack.
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My favorite part of this was, maybe not surprisingly, a camera. According to the display, astronauts on Apollo 17 used this 70mm Hasselblad aboard the command module during their December 1972 mission to the moon. The docent seemed bemused that I was taking a picture of a camera. I couldn’t explain it to him more than “it’s just cool” because, well, it is cool, or at least to photobug me, anyway.
Space camera.
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The reason I wanted to go to the museum yesterday was that this week’s photo challenge is “the moon”. I’ve only got a couple of shots of the moon, and neither is particularly creative. I was hoping to get something more moon-ish here, but alas, this chunk of rock was the best I could do.
Moon rock.
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While I thought I’d be more into the space exhibit than the aviation part of the museum, the opposite ended up being true. I really had a good time looking at the planes and plane accessories (sorry, lame King of the Hill joke), and I wish I’d gone on a day where it wasn’t raining, because they have a HUGE outdoor lot with old restored aircraft on display. Inside, along with all of the vintage planes, they also had one that was in the process of being restored, and I spent a long time just checking it out – it was waaaay neat.
Wing struts.
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The plane was a 1939 Cessna T-50 “Bobcat”, built as a passenger airplane. I was surprised to see all of the wood used in the plane’s frame, but then put two and two together and realized that they probably were trying to conserve steel for ramping up preparations for war. The accompanying display, which I read after I drew this conclusion, referred to the plane as being built out of “non-strategic materials”, so I figure I guessed correctly.
Wooden wings.
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Anyway, the plane had a reputation as being easy to fly, so it was frequently used as a trainer aircraft. When it’s in one piece, it looks like this:
Cessna T-50 Bobcat
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As you can see, they have quite a ways to go with the restoration. :-)
I don’t remember what this next plane was, and I forgot to take a picture of the sign that went with it, but it was shiny and therefore captured my attention.
Oooh, shiny!
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I saved the most awesome thing for last, though. Right when you walk into the museum is the thing I think they’re most proud of, and rightfully so – a 1932 Curtiss-Wright B-14-B biplane. There were apparently only two of these built, and one of them was destroyed in a crash in the ’30s, so this is the only remaining one. It was built for air racing, but it’s been primarily used for aerobatics instead. It spent seven years (from 2000-2007) being restored, and then was flown to the museum where it sits now. I couldn’t back up enough to get decent pictures of the entire plane (need a wide angle lens. need a wide angle lens.) so you’ll have to content yourself with this picture from someone else’s website, only imagine it a heck of a log brighter and shinier. Seriously, I’m not a huge mechanical stuff buff, but this thing was GORGEOUS. I could have spent an hour cheerfully ogling it.
The N-shaped wing strut was apparently well-known. I just thought it looked cool.
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Curtiss-Wright.
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Cockpit.
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Engine and propeller.
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Engine and propeller.
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