PADERBORN
To get the most
out of a short holiday it is best to visit a town or place on the way home which one has never visited before and make it an extra holiday. For us it was Paderborn, just an hour’s
drive North of Brilon. It took us some time to find our way into the center within
the city walls, as our satnav stopped at a critical point. However, once there
we were very pleasantly surprised.
Paderborn
has a cathedral (Dom), but apart from that many interesting churches, a University
and a beautiful park with a cluster of streams, formed by 200 springs which together
form the source of the river Pader, the shortest river in Germany. The park is attractive, with its colourful flowerbeds, winding paths, bronze sculptures, seats and park benches galore, and a wide choice of bridges across the various streams.
It was again
a beautiful day, so we enjoyed coffee and cake on a terrace overlooking the Cathedral before exploring the town.
In the Cathedral, the Dom, a service was in progress for the schoolchildren who are starting a new year in this rather difficult time, with so many restrictions due to this pandemic. They were present with their parents. We decided to postpone our visit till later and started with the church opposite, an old Romanesque church with a very clean, sober and modern interior which emphasized the lines of the structure, the Gaukirche St Ulrich.
One of the entrances to the Gaukirche
We wandered around the back of the Cathedral, past the busy entrance
of a school, towards the Evangelische Lutheran Kirche Abdinghof, ignoring the big and important
Museum in der Kaiserpfalz. Paderborn has several interesting museums, but we
did not have enough time to visit them. Besides, the weather was too glorious to
spend time inside. Our visit was just a superficial first impression.
The church with
its two spires, towers over the park and source of the river Pader. The park
looked very attractive on this warm day, with old and young enjoying it, the
many streams giving it a very relaxing feel. Near one of the springs is a group
of bronze sculptures, true to life, depicting the village scene as it once may
have been, of women doing their laundry in the clear springs. They seem to have
been doing that here till the nineteen fifties. It is a scene sometimes still
seen in remote villages in Italy. Although perhaps hard work, gossiping together
might have been one of the attractions and may have been a very good form of
bonding.
Alas, we
couldn’t stay long in the park, so we made our way up into the town again, to
the Market Place where with the Town hall, another beautiful building. We could not go in, as their was a wedding party going on. Not far from the Town Hall we hit upon the Market
Church, a former Jesuit Church and College, now part of the Theological Faculty
of the University. The church with its splendid high altar is very impressive.
But so are the adjoining buildings, with its various ornate entrances, fit for
the Jesuits I think, who were never modest but proud, and of course learned.
One can’t possibly overlook these buildings.
On our way to the Cathedral we came across this statue of a remarkable man
Last but
not least we explored the Cathedral
and the cloisters. It was now relatively empty, so we had time to look around.
In the cloisters we found a very colourful memorial for the dead of WWII, quite
unusual.
Although
there was a lot more to be seen, we had to leave. It was 5 o’clock and we still
had a 3-hour drive ahead of us, and needed time for a meal as well. It took some
time before we left the parking garage, as I stupidly tried to feed the machine
with the wrong ticket. Till my friend pointed out where I might have left the
correct one! You can’t imagine the relief when we found it. Can you imagine
parking in any big city in Holland and paying just €7.50 for almost
6 hours?
Once in our own country again, we found a restaurant in a village I love and had a delicious al fresco meal of sea food, before setting out on the final leg of our trip. It was a worthy end to a surprising midweek.
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