Just before a short break back at the hotel, we enjoyed a Moroccan chicken flatbread at Momo street food, a glorious buttered pretzel, Black Forest cake from Casa Pane (I like to think this is a translation of house of pain… I missed the opportunity to sing ‘jump up jump up and get down’ to find out), we headed back out to take a further look around.
We happened upon the pop-art exhibition at Mensing gallery again, and a giant Elmo in Louis Vuitton was now outside. How much would you pay for this? Not €18k, I bet! Well, fair play to the artist, if you can get that for it, I suppose! Leon thought it was so overpriced that it must’ve been a money laundering scam. If you want one, here: https://www.galerie-mensing.de/artists/elena-lobanowa
We then took a walk going back-and-forth across the numerous bridges that dissect the river through Nuremberg. This is a picture of the wooden one. I didn’t like being on it, due to the damp smell, and the many spider webs that lattice above my head. It made a pretty picture picture though.
As we walked back along the river, I spotted my favourite creature a little dark red squirrel. I cautiously chased after it, In a whimsical moment, thinking it might take me somewhere magical! It went up a tree. We continued to explore the old castle walls, they are so thick!! There are apparently a lot of underground passages, of which you can take a tour, but I’m not particularly interested in being underground in a damp ugly old passage, to be frank. It’s far too gorgeous up here! I am more squirrel than mole!
I legs were now virtually falling off, so we came back to the hotel so that Leon could partake in his favourite activity… cooking himself in the sauna. I did a little bit of study on my innovation module and I feel it went really well.
We had a bit of a deliberation of where to go for dinner after last nights disaster. I didn’t document it yesterday because it was too traumatic, and I didn’t really know how to explain why I felt so ridiculously anxious in this place – Golden Posthorn was the name, a traditional German restaurant. Anybody who knows me will know that I like a corner and definitely back to the wall. They placed us between two other tables so I was instantly on edge. It was super echoey, and I felt like a frightened rabbit. I was looking through the menu and I hadn’t even seen the drinks, as they were at the back. The waiter came over and was very abrupt when I just asked for my usual drink of lime soda, and I felt really stupid. The other customers that were uncomfortably close to us were staring. The anxiety made me well-up, feel nauseous, and I wanted to bolt out, which is fairly normal for me when I get an anxiety attack in a new place. In hindsight and reading this it still doesn’t seem enough for me to have this response so maybe it is also part PMT. I dunno. Anyhow, I breathed through it for Leon’s sake, who was desperately trying to get me to just focus on him. I eventually just ordered some rye bread and vegetables. The food for the surrounding guests was served on pewter plates. Again, anyone who knows me, I can’t stand the sound of scraping on plates. It was like a living hell the next 45 minutes, but I got through it and lived to tell the tale!
Tonight, however, was a completely different story. We took a gorgeous walk through fairytale lit castle walls to Krua Thai. I instantly spotted a two seat in the corner, it was far less busy and the waitress was really sweet and patiently talked to us in German. It’s amazing how just a little compassion can go a long way.
