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Arctic Summer in Tallinn

Who would have thought it?
In the estonian summer we stood in front of this stand in Tallinn. It had  pleasant 17-20° C and the winter was still far away.

I can still remember very well how we stood in front of the long jelly bag hats and puzzled how women should wear them? After all, they almost hung down to the ground?
The nice saleswoman explained it to us. And, as you can see on the second picture: It brings cosy warmth at the current arctic temperatures.

Today I’m standing in the park with my dog and I’m happy that I struck back then.

 

That’s what I call foresight!  Or am I more like a witch?

But how did it come after all, why Tallinn, some will ask themselves, who have missed the description of our long journey there.
Tallinn, the old Hanseatic city, which had to experience so much in the course of history and was able to maintain a relatively original Gothic part of the old town. And, by the way, it is also the capital of Estonia.

As we are already in Estonia, and at least one cultural sightseeing event during a Wima Rally is standard, it was more then obvious that an organized sightseeing tour took place. Naturally optimally organised by our Wima EE

During the bus journey we are introduced by the nice tour guide into the many aspects of the Estonian past, but also the present – with its rapid change, away from the communist satellite state, to a modern and very progressive state.

She describes very vividly the division of society into poor and prosperous, Estonians and Russians. According to her statements, there is still a long way to go before these populations will have a greater rapprochement.

Nature and fauna are not neglected either, the differences and similarities to the Finnish language are briefly explained. And so we are already very well established when we reach the prefabricated buildings of the Tallinn suburbs. Our first stop will be at the Singers’ Fairground.

It was from here that the Estonian national movement started, which ultimately led to the separation from the Soviet Union.

As a contrast to the spectacular tribune of singers, the tour continues into the upper part of the city, which houses many public buildings and the Alexander-Newski Cathedral.

Up there is also a huge observation deck (Kohtuotsa), with a magnificent view of the harbour and the lower town.

Through the alleyway (Pikk) it goes down to the second part of the city, which still has old structures and resembles a labyrinth. Like a pearl necklace, there are old town houses from the Gothic period.

It is somewhat a miracle that so many old buildings and city walls have been preserved and now, lovingly restored, are a natural tourist destination. And there are more than enough of these in the narrow alleyways.

Nevertheless, it is a pleasure to stroll through the alleys and look at the little shop windows. In between there are always restaurants, and with more advanced time, it also drives us to a restaurant near the old town hall square.

The old Hanse is a medieval-style restaurant with traditional dishes that are also served in and on crockery. So, knight’s dinner at Burg Lockenhaus, in Tallinn. However, the price-performance ratio is not so high and a visit to the toilet suggests that the medieval scenery was only constructed as a distraction from the pre-floody toilets.

Or is it because of the tourists?; -)

In any case, the reserves have been replenished and the tour continues through the alleys.

Although the sun shines down warmly, we buy really warm traditional winter caps at the souvenir stall, at the old city wall. With woolly, filled bags we continue to the NO side of the city wall, where along the city wall with its imposing towers, a park and a pond below the upper town invites you to relax.

On a park bench I finally have the opportunity to fill my diary with the events of the last days.

The sun is shining, it is pleasantly warm (rather rarely, without a motorcycle gap) and the park landscape is finally able to bring me down and just enjoy the moment.

The time is over, and we meet again at the bus.

The return journey passes quickly and we have to get in tune with the trash evening.

Each nation represented has prepared a crazy, insane or simply inappropriate action that is presented to the assembled audience.

There is Pinneaple Pen, children’s songs in Dutch, German mass rally a’ la soccer match, spoon and drum music, Viennese waltz, ballet, etc….

Oblique even. The dinner is more than just sumptuous, and the quality is excellent, it’s really hard not to taste everything.

It’s getting late again until we get to bed.

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Aha – Du hast offenSICHTlich ein Vorführmodell erstanden 😉

    Sieh mal hier, Ösiland kann -im Winter- noch viel kälter sein, obwohl es sich so weich schreibt *kicher* …
    https://twitter.com/Silencer137/status/968381386674589696/photo/1

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