Life in Frankfurt style

After visiting a church, where we learned Martin Luther spoke here during his journey to the Diet of Worms and lit a couple candles for Ukraine, we made our way to the busiest spot in Frankfurt on a Saturday.

The Kleinmarkthalle was packed with locals and tourists all enjoying samples of dips, apple chips and a variety of cuisines. We picked up some sandwiches, spreads, veggies and drinks to pack for tomorrow's adventure, taking some time to stop and smell the flowers.

Leaving the market was an adventure all its own as we battled our way through the noisy crowd of wine drinkers packed into the terrace. Breaking free at last, our next stop was a hat store where touching the hats was verbotten - but my mom managed to try one on before we became the focus of the shopkeeper's attention and decided that it suited.

Our last stop of the afternoon was Isabella's gluten free bakery where I happily spent a small fortune on bread, pastries, macarons, cookies and elegant desserts.


We trudged wearily back to the hotel for a late lunch and a rest before heading out for an evening stroll along the river Main with the locals. Crossing a pedestrian bridge, we wandered up the riverside path (making several photo stops and meeting lots of geese). Visiting a riverside bar I tried the local apfelwein (sour but tasty) before we wandered along to the iron footbridge to cross back over the river and back to our room.







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