Hotel Stadt Kassel

Climate in Rinteln

by Leipzig

Rainy season: There is no special rainy season

Avg. Temp. in Spring: max.: 8 – 18°C ( 47 - 64°F ); min: 1 - 7°C ( 34 - 44°F )
Avg. Temp. in Summer: max.: 21 – 22°C ( 70 - 72°F ); min: 11 - 12°C ( 50 - 52°F )
Avg. Temp. in Autumn: max.: 7 – 18°C ( 45 - 64°F); min: 2 - 9°C ( 36 – 49°F )
Avg. Temp. in Winter: max.: 3 – 5°C ( 38 - 41°F); min: 0 - 1°C ( 32 - 34°F )

Rinteln

by MD2nd

Rinteln is a small town with about 25.000 inhabitants located on the banks of Weser river in Germany's Lower Saxony. Can't say too much about this beautiful, little town except that it's in fact BEAUTIFUL, as beautiful as its Christmas market looked liked! The reason why we made it there was actually for strolling over Rinteln's lovely, traditional Christmas Market.

The settlement of Rinteln was founded about 1150 on the northern bank of the Weser.. The village grew to a fortified town, that served as a southern stronghold of the counts of Schaumburg, from 1621 until its dissolution in 1810 during the Westphalian Kingdom of Westphalia. The Kingdom of Westphalia was a historical state that existed from 1807-1813. While formally independent, it was a vassal state of the First French Empire, ruled by Napoléon's brother Jérôme Bonaparte. It was named after Westphalia, but had little territory in common.. Jérôme-Napoléon Bonaparte, was the youngest brother of Napoleon, who made him King of Westphalia.. When Schaumburg was divided in 1640, Rinteln became the capital of the eastern part, that retained the name "Schaumburg". The Eulenburg in Rinteln became the seat of the counts. Rinteln remained the capital of the county and later of the district, until it was merged with the neighbouring district of Schaumburg-Lippe in 1977.

http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Rinteln

Oh, give us pleasure on that wintry afternoon
give the buried flower a dream
make the settled snowbank steam
bathe my window, make it flow
melt it as the ices go
melt the glass and leave the sticks
like a hermit's crucifix
burst into my narrow stall
swing the picture on the wall
run the rattling pages
scatter poems on the floor
turn the poet out of door
-Robert Frost