On our way to Nuremberg, we stopped at a little village called Mödlareuth. Its claim to fame was that it straddled the line between East and West Germany. So there was a wall through the middle. It became known as Little Berlin.
Moving on, tell a young kiwi that we were in Nuremberg today, and the best you could hope for is that they ask if we saw Haydon Paddon.
As whimsical or as irreverent as that idea might sound, it’s already been done. Every year there is a race held on a street circuit laid out on the former Nazi Party Rally Grounds.
But seriously...
Had a look around the Old Town square. Found this rather revealing sculpture. As is often the case with public placement, protruding bits tend to get rubbed and become shiny.
Like all these old cities, lots of beautiful buildings, ancient or otherwise.
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