We recently visited Nuernberg (or, as we bastardize it: Nuremburg), in southern Germany. It's a city with quite a past, both very good and very bad. It's the home of famous woodcutters and the painter Duerer, the site of a marvelous ancient fortress, and it's the scene of the annual Nazi party rallies. Hitler considered this city very "typical German," whatever that meant. Nearly bombed flat in the war, many of the most beautiful sites have been carefully reconstructed. Oddly, one location which neither fell to bombs nor Allied dynamite at war's end is the huge reviewing stand, where Hitler would address hundreds of thousands of troops. It's still there and you can walk right up to the actual speaker's podium. Don't even think about making any stupid hand gestures here; the cops do not think this is funny and it will lead to immediate arrest.
Nuernberg is also famous for their tiny bratwurst, about the size of American breakfast sausages but infinitely more tasty. Probably the most famous place to get them is seen here, below the huge church. It even was mentioned in a spy novel in the 1970s; as I recall, it was a Len Deighton novel. The mini-bratwursts are that good!
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