It took me several attempts to get to Alter Oper on the first day and get onto a tourist bus. Once that was complete with a set of earphones that kept falling out of the socket, I got a good idea of where everything was . The next day I spent all day in the city and the shops as I realised how close the hotel was to everything.
It is the district of Rolex, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Chanel etc. a lot of Middle Eastern women were carrying bags of goodies labeled Dior etc. oh for the euro. I hadn't seen TV for weeks so was really shocked to catch up with the appalling state of refugees trying to get into Germany from Syria and other places. Poor people.
Just down the road from the designer label shops were the ones more for me. I found Diechmann and happily bought shoes then realised that my suitcase was full and on the weight already. To be honest I knew that before I bought the shoes but what the heck.
I took lots of photos but until I sort out the overload on my iPad I shan't upload them from my camera so any pics will be retrospective.
The hotel was interesting and reminded me of the old Park Royal at home with the central atrium and glass lifts. There was even a grand piano in the lobby but no one played it whilst I was there and I figured chopsticks probably wasn't a goer.
There was a lovely kind concierge who followed me for a while both days as he figured I was an airhead and would get lost. His look of consternation was hilarious when I took off in the wrong direction was lovely. He reminded me of manual on Fawlty Towers.
I was surprised at how much garbage was in the streets and what people left behind at outdoor cafes etc They let their garbage fall to the ground. Not what I would have thought of Germany.
I had a private driver in a flash Mercedes to drive me to and from the hotel. The one who took me back to the airport was polite but a bit of a trick. He had no aircon on in the car and clearly had an upset tummy. It was 25 degrees in a confined space and when he passed wind I thought I was going to pass out. It was nasty.
He did 160 in an 80k area and when he picked up his phone to answer texts again I told him not to. Middle Eastern gentlemen are not used to being told what to do. He was most affronted but by then I didn't give a toss. He got my bags out of the car and stood hopefully with his hand half extended. I had put the euros back in my wallet so I knew his tip wasn't going to happen. He was most put out when I said thanks and have a good life. Tough I'm not paying to breathe in someone else's farts and hang on for grim life while he txt and speeds.
Franfurt was lovely. I regret not having the time to visit the museums and particularly the Jewish one. Maybe next time.
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| Frankfurt Hilton |
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| LOBBY of Frankfurt Hilton |
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| great mall on severallevels |
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