Posted on July 28, 2013
Lübeck,the so called “Queen of the Hansaetic League” holds as true today as it did in the Middle Ages, in my estimation. Lübeck is my choice over all other small cities in Germany as a place to live (in the summer). It is supremely beautiful, rich in culture and street life, small enough to walk from end to end in half an hour, green with parks, integrated with numerous waterways, and noted as a center of wine interest and phenomenal sweets, especially world renowned Niederegger marzipan. It’s also where Eva grew up until she sailed to America and never looked back.
First we located our hotel, built into the side of the old protective wall which once surrounded the city.
We spent little time in our room before hitting the cobblestones to see the town, and have a late dinner.
Next morning we were confronted with a mammoth breakfast, 121 varieties of things to eat. Where to start? Mind you, we are in modest hotel without even a lift. Why are they torturing us in this way?
Next day we spent the entire time with old high school friends of Eva. Rather amazing that we have kept in touch for over 50 years. First we visited at their lakeshore summer cottage a few miles out of town, had a nice walk in the woods, a bbq, and a much desired snooze.
Downtown is filled with old brick buildings that more or less survived the British fire bombing in 1943. We saw as much as we could fit in.
Next day was scheduled for Suzi and Eva to visit the old folks home where Helga teaches an English class. Suzi was in her element parlaying questions about her travels. The class members are all familiar with her travel reports and use them as class material. Everyone seemed to have a great time.
Later we were invited for dinner at the Herfurth’s home, a rare treat to see how people really live.
Here’s a view of the house where Eva grew up. It’s hardly changed in 65 years except that a garage was added at some point. Just after the war very nice British soldiers occupied the lower floors. Eva and her family as well as other relatives had to squeeze into the tiny rooms in the attic. The only bathroom was in the basement.
Next morning, before we left Lübeck, there were two things left to do – the ladies wanted haircuts before the weekend wedding in Hamburg, and Eva wanted to fulfill an unaffordable childhood dream of dining at Niederegger. Niederegger is the home of the very best marzipan and their cafe was, in the past, the lunch spot for the hoity toity. We did both.