Scott, Jocelyn, and Alex are sitting with Makemson and me in Trommerwirbel waschcafe in Nuremberg getting our laundry done. Most of the class came yesterday, after taking some well deserved naps. It’s retro, with 1960s chairs, 1970s pillows, and American music from all over the place.
Snow began falling early Wednesday evening and it hasn’t stopped all day. We walked around the old walled city of Nuremberg and took a bus out to the Nazi rally grounds. Another day of fun mixed with melancholy. Tomorrow is Dachau, so the entire day will be one of reflection and sadness.
Students walk through the falling snow and temperatures in the mid-20s. Nuremberg has long sections of intact wall from the 1500s, and the inner city has many old churches, houses, and a castle that originally dates from about 1050.
Nuremberg and the Holy Roman Empire were important to Hitler’s plan for a thousand-year Reich. Allied bombing damaged the castle and the town, but left many buildings made of native sandstone intact.
A worker on a John Deere tractor mars the centuries-old look of Nuremberg’s castle. At least he moved the snow out of our way.
Artist Albrecht Durer’s (1471-1528) home. Nuremberg is proud of Durer, its Franconian sausages, and its chocolates. And its soccer team.
By the time the tram picked us up to head back into town we were pretty frozen.
The Nuremberg parade grounds cover some four square miles. They were completely covered in snow, softening the impact of the horrific legacy of the Nazis who paraded there.