The Other Route

Saturday I felt like taking a different route to the city.
Never did I go via those stairs.

And funny enough this is Neue Strasse, new street :-)

Kinda idyllic, no?

This house reminded me of socialism and it could well have stood in GDR, all balconies look the same....

If you know me... I tend to get lost. Yet I could not resist to follow this path - it lies right at Güldenstreet, a very loud and busy street. Just a few steps into this you hear it no more.

There is a complex of little apartments for retirees.
Dunno. On one hand there is everything in that complex, also help, but would I want to live exlusively amongst old people, being old myself?
I thought, by golly, I might have only lived the first half of my life.
But do I want to live into my 80s, likely without Ingo, with a walking frame instead?
But when do you want to go?
Good thing we don´t know this!

There was also a 50+ internet café with a nice mural:

And right behind that a little park with maybe Till Eulenspiegel?

River Oker...

When I looked it up later at google-maps (orientation... huh?) I saw if I´d followed that bridge I´d ended up at hospital Holwede. But well. As Ingo was in there with his tonsils I was living more far away.

"Brave" me went back the way I came.
Cause... I was wearing a Braunschweig-cap. Tad embarassing to ask for the way, no? ;-)