Hummel, Hummel – Mors, Mors

Da sind wir also mal wieder unterwegs, nicht wahr. Und diesmal bringt uns unser kleiner Löwe, ansonsten Peugeot genannt, gleich bis in den Norden Deutschlands … considering the inexplicable statistical fact that my readership seems to be largely located in Russia, I might as well, while being in Germany as a German, write in German. Maybe I’ll just switch back and forth, or simply post a few pictures. The latter might be the most sensible way of finishing this post, since catching up with family and friends leaves hardly any time to sit tight and write – lucky me!!


These are fiber glass statues of a cherished symbol of Hamburg’s recent past, the last water carrier Johann Wilhelm Bentz, called Hans HummelThey pop up unexpectedly, just like the occasional cheerful cow statue will cross ones path in Chicago. It’s amazing, what epoxy resin has done for the arts and charity!



We arrived in the ‘Free & Hanseatic City of Hamburg‘ during the three-day Pentecost weekend, when all stores are closed for the duration. Having planned ahead, we dined most elegantly on tinned & pickled fish, we had brought with us from France.

     
The next day we had a hearty ploughman’s lunch in this lovely, if very wet, garden. A thunderstorm was entertaining us, while we ate in this green oasis.
As always during our home exchanges, we walk around a lot, enjoying the discovery of foreign cities.

Then we rest our tired feet …

… on our own terrace between outings.







The central staircase of the elegant department store ‘Alsterhaus’ leads to many a shopping delight. We found wonderful bedding and linens – even on sale!!




On the top floor of the Alsterhaus we wandered in amazement through displays of the world’s most luxurious treats. From caviar to champagne to handcrafted truffles, it’s all there.

We tried to be more modest in our spending and had a delicious lunch in the cafeteria instead. However, this cafeteria certainly doesn’t give you a ‘canteen’ feeling under its stained glass roof. We snatched a window table with view over the Alster (city lake) fountain to enjoy a freshly prepared Scholle (flat fish). 


From the downtown shopping district, we worked our way closer to the river Elbe to a district called HafenCity, the largest urban re-development project in Europe. 

I was most interested to see ‘Elphi‘ the famously infamous future concert hall, the Elbphilharmonie Hamburg. It’s in its seven’s year of construction and won’t become operational for another three years. The originally projected €77/$104 million cost to the Hamburg citizens, has exploded to almost €800 mil/$1 billion. 

That was my first glimpse of Elphi. Not impressed. The wavy glass ‘skin’ looks more like cheap plastic wrap.






I liked this arrangement better. 
But the whole area has an invigorating atmosphere and offers many different interesting view points. 










Instead of walking back, we took a ferry to enjoy views of the harbor & city from the water. 



















If you push the colors a little and make the picture all shimmery, Elphi looks much prettier, right? 












The wavy-glass-thingy sits on top of an original, protected coffee, tea and cocoa warehouse. A relic from the exciting times, when the harbor was a free zone for imports of exotic goods. Presently the landmark structure is wrapped for protection. 









The ferry brought us around toward the much more attractive front of the philharmonic, showing its hallmark ship’s prow profile.  

We sailed past a more traditional prow, before switching to the rapid transport system on land for the short trip home. Hamburg’s public transportation system is phenomenal!

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