Today’s Word Press blogpost prompt is “What’s your favourite cartoon ?”. Out of loyalty I should say “Anything by Mark Crilley“, I guess, but that might be a slur on Mark’s artistry so I’ll say this one;
Always walking, always smiling,
always telling fibs.
2nd November 2022.
I continued my exploration of Leverkusen, perhaps the least visited city (pop. 171,000) with a team playing in the Champions League.
Heading out of the shops towards the Rhine you get a string of gorgeous town houses,
and the (very) occasional kneipe.
That one is a famous jazz club, apparently. Beer £4 a half litre. Don’t ask them to play the Samantha Fox single.
Beyond there lies…nothing. Honestly, I walked 15 minutes and saw not a soul. Empty playground, silent houses, locked church.
I’ve often found that quietness, wandering round small German cities, in Memmingen most noticeably. Too much solitude is bad for the soul. I typed “pub” into Google and found only “Fruh am Markt“.
It’ll do. Very much your European cafe bar with beer rather than Brauhaus or kneipe, the cheery barmaid offered me an ashtray before taking my order. Except of course, you don’t actually order beer, you just put your beermat on display.
The kolsch (top) was less carbonated than in Fruh am Dom, perhaps the sun does that ?
Nice enough, with perhaps ten (10) blokes of various age puffing away and “Take A Chance On Me” your ABBA soundtrack.
Are you legally allowed to have less than three glasses of Kolsch ? (see Boak & Bailey here). I had a couple.
On the stroll back to the station, I decided that Leverkusen was no Bracknell. Scott reckons it’s the Eindhoven of the Ruhr, and he may be right.
Whatever, Christuskirche is a marvel.
And near the station Brückenschänke almost dragged me in with its umlauts and net curtains, and now I get home and find ZERO reviews of it, even on Pubs Galore, I wish I’d popped in.
But I fear I might never have left, and then I wouldn’t have been able to follow the footprints back to Platform 78 for the trip back to Cologne.
And then Mrs RM would have died of starvation, and we can’t have that.