|Römerberg, Altstadt Frankfurt|
|Road in front of Paulskirche|
|Frankfurter Apfelwein: nicht für mich!|
However, the upside is that I saw a bar named after the ever creepy Struwwelpeter. Our friend Pete is not a German relative of Edward Scissorhands; instead, he's Shock Headed Peter, who didn't groom himself well enough (hence the long, nasty finger nails) and as a result, was unpopular. Yay for cautionary German tales! Holy crow, are the rest of the Heinrich Hoffman stories freaky and/or super frightening, such as the kid who won't stop sucking his thumb so a tailor cuts it off. Eek!
I thought my legs were done for the day so I finished my meal and walked to grab a train. I saw one station decorated with these statues:
What a way to end the day :)