Posted on August 1, 2013
The hectic pace of life in western Germany is not to be seen here in Schwerin, which was under the Soviet thumb for two generations. For a number of years I have wanted to visit Schwerin because it was reputed to be one of the jewels of the Hanseatic League, along with Lübeck, Hamburg, Ghent and several other cities.
It was not touched by Allied bombing raids and was spared from Soviet reconstruction as well. I expected to see a splendid small city filled with beautiful red brick Gothic buildings in a lakeside setting. We got the lakes alright, but hardly a brick building was to be seen except for a few churches. Instead, we found a wonderfully preserved and vibrant ducal town of white stucco work, mostly from 200-300 years ago. And lots of half timbered houses as well. The whole scene is so different and easy on the eyes we would like to stay much longer than two nights.
Nonetheless, weather has cooperated and we have spent almost all our time wandering the narrow lanes, and along the water’s edge.
Our pension is located in the heart of the old town and is almost being crushed by a seriously leaning half-timbered neighbor.
Our tall ceilinged rooms are generous and include a full kitchen. Here’s a look around.
The castle is particularly notable, especially at night, set as it is all but on an island in a lake, the city to one side. We walked down to it after a late dinner.
Next morning we wander around town, aimlessly.
We finally had to think of leaving this lovely town. We pulled our luggage along the cobbled streets and by the lakeside, had our last lunch at a Balkan cafe and left on the 2 o’clock train for Berlin and our last days of vacation.