Old Hanau and the Volksfest
Hanau's Neustadt quarter has gained fame among historians. It was founded in the late 16th century for refugees from the Spanish Netherlands (today: Belgium) who were persecuted because of their protestant faith. The Count of Hanau happily put them up. The city was planned on a grid of rectangular streets.
However, not much is left of old Hanau, both Altstadt and Neustadt, except the ground plan and a very very few rests of old architecture, torsoes with modern additions. The majority of the buildings is plain and, sorry to say this, ugly post-war functionalism.
The central building of Neustadt is the double church, one for the French speakers, one for the Dutch speakers among the newcomers. It has received its share of World War II bombs and only the Dutch church has been rebuilt and is still in use as a church. Of the larger Wallonic (French-speaking) church, only the outer walls remained. The interior has become a courtyard, surrounded by the low modern buildings of the parish community centre.
This bronze lady is standing in the pedestrian zone, trying to sell bronze sweaters.
Sweaters made of bronze are not very comfortable to wear. I do not think she makes much business. The shop behind her, which sells clothes made of wool and fabric, attracts far more customers.
The big and very ugly square between Altstadt and Neustadt is usually a parking lot. We were surprised to see that there was a Volksfest going on.
Not a big one, though. It attracted mostly children and teenagers. There were hardly any adults around except the merchants and some parents who accompanied smaller kids. And Mommy.
This strange thing is supposed to be a pirate ship among storms and high waves. The riders are tied to their seats as not to fall off. Then the thing is twisting and swaying in all directions. It looked rather sickening.
This roundabout is for small children, colourful and rather harmless. Noisy, though, because each vehicle has a bell or clacson or whatever button to make noise.
This stall looked yummy... Mommy dragged me away, though.
We did not stay long at the Volksfest. Just to take a couple of photos, and then we left.
Not our piece of cake.
I liked the balloons, though.