Stralsund under the microscope
From the German diaspora, Stralsund was presented for review. The right to be called an independent city was granted to Stralsund by Lü beck in 1234. Even I remember.
And I myself did not know how lucky I was, since it was not a simple, shabby port town. At one time, he was part of the great Hanseatic League, which, not very embarrassed, spread its possessions in 7 countries of northern Europe. And in 2002, the city, for its efforts to protect its Gothic monuments of antiquity, was included in the list of world heritage. So I think it was clear what I was dealing with. Therefore, the acquaintance did not want to be carried out in a hurry, as if passing by. What was needed here was an approach with respect and a sense of sense.
The evening round at 11 pm did not bring any special results, except that I managed to peep through the window of one of the local taverns the final penalty shoot-out Spain-Portugal. The city was fast asleep, and my camera just couldn't handle the amount of darkness that fell on Stralsund that night. Having rounded a couple of blocks and saw 2 local Gothic cathedrals in the mean rays of fluorescent lighting, I had to return.
The next day, I already knew what awaited me and purposefully rushed to the central squares by the already familiar path. Along the way, I saw two intricate pensioners who were vainly twisting the tourist map of the city, trying to determine where the north was. Having asked them in a pure Russian version of German where they got such a charm, I retired in the indicated direction to the accompaniment of their instructions. The travel agency is located right next to the Old Market Square. In addition to the office, there were several attractive cafes and, of course, the central character - the City Hall. Having got hold of the city plan and a light version of the guidebook, I followed the paths indicated in them to feel the spirit of the Middle Ages and appreciate the splendor of brick Gothic. The city was admired by the fact that hardworking Germans spared neither money nor effort to straighten the old and preserve the new. The systematic restoration captured the restless minds of the local municipality.
Unfortunately, the full immersion was not possible. There was not enough time to visit museums, and the local aquarium scared away with hefty prices. In addition, somewhere after mass, it started to rain, very inopportunely, and all the local Germans with their German women, who had been strolling imposingly before, hid in the nearby establishments.
I also hid 2 times. One at the local supermarket and one at the local bookstore, which was amazing with a wide variety of selections and prints.
Of course, as usual, I planned next time to visit the Church of St. Nicholas and taste the local chocolate in a wonderful pastry shop located right in the courtyard of the town hall. Along with the church of St. Nicholas from the outside, I was able to see no less gigantic buildings like the church of St. Mary and St. Jacob. There are also a couple of monasteries open to the public and several museums for fans of cultural heritage. In addition to the aforementioned aquarium complex, where, according to scary stories, the line is taken from the very early hours, there is also a cultural museum and a maritime museum.
At a distance of a thrown stone, the gaze opened up several places for recreation with green filling, which besieged a couple of wonderful lakes.
Stralsund, of course, does not echo the rhythms of Hamburg and does not pulsate along with Berlin. It is more disposed to the public with children and the public of a less active labor religion - pensioners.
Along the port area, you can find many small cafes, in some places located directly on schooners and longboats, well, or near them. From there, the loud Germans are broadcasting you about today's innovations in the fish menu. “I fry-steam-roll the fish and serve it with rolls, sausages and mustard dressings. ” Something like this looks like a work instruction for catering workers presenting seafood to hungry passers-by.
Well, if there are not enough weighty sandwiches, with fried buns protruding beyond the fried borders, once still stirring sea storages of proteins and calcium, then you can dine in one of the restaurants for a fixed amount of 8-9 euros. They offer a buffet and German stools. The buffet looks appetizing and the German stools are reliable. Yes, in some places, among this European duet, Korean waiters in Chinese aprons will mince. Well, or vice versa, it's not so important.
So, Stralsund was, is and will be, but I saw, rejoiced and do not mind going there again. Only it is better to be accompanied by the same romantic nature, so that there is someone to discuss the skill of laying baked bricks and the steepness of the slope of the arches at the domes of the cathedrals. And in the evening, take a leisurely lick with wonderful ice cream in one of the open cafes near the Town Hall.
