After a nice visit to the gardens, I continued down the path. Enjoying the sunshine, I ended up wandering around for 2 hours. During that time I think I saw some of the nicest property in all of Germany. Not only houses, but cars! Dan and I are heading back to Baden-Baden in a few weeks to celebrate this 30th!!
For contemporary art, visit Staatliche Kunsthalle —and check out the Richard Serra installation out front. Spare a couple bucks and twenty minutes to traipse through the excavated ruins of 2,year-old Roman baths. The space is only open for two separate one-hour time slots each day—typically 11am-noon and pm. Whether you prefer to hike for your views or take the expedited option, Baden-Baden caters to both modes of elevated sightseeing.
You can hoof up into the peripheral hills of the city center to the Hohenbaden Castle ruins or visit the peak of Merkur Mountain via the funicular—which is also trekkable. Golf and horse-racing are rather different, but arguably cut from the same general cloth. These very same folks may time their stay to catch one of three annual international horse races that pass through town. If you rented a car, spend a day or two exploring the best of the Black Forest.
Former U. Though a small city — just a mere 50, inhabitants — this spa town has enchanted millions of visitors over the past centuries. If your eyes move upward, you can see more beautiful buildings, and eventually, you will catch sight of the beautiful Black Forrest in the distance. The initial secret of Baden-Baden lies in its hot thermal springs. Even the Romans in their time discovered the joys of sitting in a hot bath. Through the ages, but especially in the 19th century, people of nobility and wealth came to Baden-Baden to meet for entertainment and relaxation.
As a result, the town has flourished and is full of architectural delights from the Belle Epoch period. Today, not only the affluent come to Baden-Baden to spend their money at the elegant casino, but thousands of visitors are drawn to the many attractions. She would guide us round this little jewel of a town an hour across the French border from Strasbourg's International Airport. The town, so pretty as to be nearly twee, fairly gleams with clinics and hospitals, bristles with doctors and steams with its two famous spa baths.
She nodded. Nowadays cities and large hotels depend on conventions. Stout ladies swathed unashamedly in furs walked tiny dogs on expensive leads through spotless gardens.
The ritzy shops in the block near the casino and the truly marvellous theatre are indeed the big names, all ritzily expensive. The Mark, once shovelled in wheelbarrows to buy a potato in the dreadful pre Hitler slump, now marches high and mighty. Baden-Baden isn't cheap. This delectable spot lies in a hilly, flower filled valley in the foothills of the Black Forest: it's the happiest change from the yawningly flat farming plain of the Rhine to its west.
The hills enfolding it vary between and 3, feet. The River Oos flows sinuously through it, decked on one side and sometimes both by charming gardens, splendid trees and the smug dwellings of the rich. The Lichtentaler Allee shafts alongside, a park like arboretum of different types of tree and a mass of flowers. The curves of the river are echoed by the little streets and tiny, stepped alleys.
Its population is not so much 50, strong as ageing. Thus the hospitals and medicine makers. Thus the nimble nurses and the spa baths. This suggests a zimmer framed shuffle of the elderly rich or ill.
The German for ill is more suitably krank. But these unfortunates must be carefully cosseted out of sight.
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