Look Up, Look Down – Signs

This morning, my train was full of people dressed as monsters and snake charmers and ladybirds, all drinking beer and wine at 7:30 a.m. I assume they were all on their way to Cologne for schmutziger Donnerstag (Wikipedia tells me it’s actually schmotziger Donnerstag, but in my region it’s schmutzig!), aka Fat Thursday – not to be confused with Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras). It’s the last Thursday before lent and part of the Fastnacht/Fasching/Carnival season. I’m not actually sure what schmutziger Donnerstag is for… apart from yet another excuse to wear costumes and get drunk. I would have tried to get some sneaky photos for you, but I fed to the quiet carriage with all the other commuters. The Fasching celebraters all had beer, wine and – most annoyingly – bells! Not what you want to put up with on the way to work. So instead, here’s my entry for the weekly Look Up – Look Down photo challenge with Travel With Intent.

When out and about, I often take photos of interesting signs and random features that I spot high up on the walls of buildings. All of the photos below were taken in Weil der Stadt.

Do you ever find yourself taking photos of random interesting signs? Which of the above is your favourite?

German… or just plain rude?

Picture: HumorFlip
Picture: HumorFlip

An early post today because I’m currently unable to go to work. Our servers went down yesterday and still aren’t working, so I’m waiting to phone again once the IT guy’s been to see whether there’s a point in me going in…

Before reading this post, those of you who haven’t before (and don’t know me in real life) need to go read this post about my awesome boots (note: the pictures there are terrible. In real life, they’re much more red).

So, last night we were walking home from the Irish pub when suddenly, as we were passing a hotel, a woman jumped in front of me and started pointing at my boots. Getting right up in my face, she started shouting “What are those? Where are you coming from… Fasching?” (Fasching is the German version of carbival or Fat Tuesday). My initial reaction was baffled silence, so she continued: “Those boooots! They are for Fasching!!” My friends chimed in at this point, saying they were awesome boots. Ignoring them completely, the woman piped up again. “But where are you coming from? What are you? Are you Red Riding Hood?”. By this stage I had recovered my voice. “Red Riding Hood wears a red cloak, and anyway these boots are amazing!” This carried on for a little bit, with the woman continuing to be entirely unable to understand the concept of wearing red boots when it isn’t Fasching and my group being utterly stunned by her small-mindedness. What a boring life she must lead!

Now, my question for you, dear readers (especially those who live in Germany). Was her behaviour typically German or just plain rude? Personally, I’m going with the latter…