To me, Freiburg means transformation.
Perched at my windowsill, I looked out over Münsterplatz, the plaza surrounding the towering Freiburg Minster at the very center of town. A cloudy and misty morning, the wet cobblestone of the plaza was empty with the exception of a few black birds just starting their day.
Then, as if someone has just wound up and released the key of a music box, the plaza began to fill with carts and vans overflowing with the most tempting delights to all of the senses. Farmers piled stalls high with fruits and veggies. Artisans filled tables with wooden carvings and polished marbles. Gardeners arranged blooming flowers. Bakers brought out fresh bread and pastries. Soon local shopkeepers and residents and travelers began to fill the plaza, touching and smelling and tasting and admiring all of the wonders that had suddenly covered the empty cobblestone. Before my very eyes Münsterplatz had transformed. It had come to life.
At the end of the day, like the slowing of a music box, the sights and smells and sounds trickled away from the square, and then it was back exactly where it began. If I hadn’t seen the transformation myself I wouldn’t have believed it happened at all. The shining, wet cobblestone was once again accompanied only by a few birds ending their day.
Like so many things seem to do, the day around Münsterplatz ended right where it began. And like the winding of a music box, it would surely make the same transformation tomorrow.
(All photos were taken by myself on my HTC Vivid smart phone.)
All photos were taken by myself on my HTC Vivid smart phone. No fancy cam needed!