Thursday, 21 August 2014


As I mentioned in a previous update, we spent a day in Wiesbaden in July. I had been there briefly with a work outing, and wanted Malcolm to see it too. I’d already declared that one day we’re moving there (the houses are so beautiful!), so I thought it only fair to show him where we would one day move to.
Don’t take me too seriously, ok? 

We set off bright and early from Marburg’s little train station. 

Clearly, I was excited. Malcolm was cool.

We arrived midmorning and walked along the main road to get to the historic area where most of the pretty things are. The park was just beautiful, and despite all the things we wanted to see, Wiesbaden lends itself to romantic strolls with no hurry.  

Along the road, Malcolm started counting Porches... but soon gave up because there were just too many. I tend to classify any car that’s black and shiny as being fancy, but even I could tell that there were some legitimately nice cars driving around. Of course, with the tops down since it was a beautiful day. 

 Of course, I didn't get any good photos of any good cars... because that would be weird. Right? So here's the road on which they drove.

Wiesbaden is also well known for its hot water springs. It’s crazy seeing a kind of fountain with water bubbling out, but with steam rising from it. There’s also this drinking fountain, and while they recommend that for health reasons one doesn’t drink more than a litre of the wonderful mineral water per day, I doubt I could handle more than a sip – it’s super salty! 

As seems to be the norm, we were just wondering along the streets, when we passed by this old wall and thought there must be something to it. Our suspicions were confirmed by the map we’d bought in case (Proud of us, mum?). The bridge was built in 1902, but the walls along side are Wiesbaden’s oldest structures from the Roman period.

We also walked past the Rathaus, where we lingered curiously to watch as a couple who’d just got married walked out from the Altes Rathaus which is in the same square. 

There was also a statue right in the middle, depicting a... lion? To spend all that money on such a fancy pillar with such an odd-looking lion...

The Red-bricked church seems synonymous with Wiesbaden, and it does make quite the statement. Inside, there was a memorial exhibition to Christians of Jewish decent who’d been killed in the Holocaust. It was heartbreaking, reading such individual stories. 

Outside, we took a selfie with Wilhelm I, otherwise known as William the Silent, who, despite the rather dull nickname, lead a fascinating life. He was assassinated for, as it boils down to, his ideological beliefs. The assassin, motivated by the reward, certainly came off second best, and reading about it made me wish I hadn’t eaten breakfast. 

After wandering around a market, we waited for a bus to take us to Neroberg. We paid for a one-way ticket on the seilbahn, and hopped on it. While the ride isn’t particularly fast or long or exciting, it does save one a rather steep walk up AND it’s run on a water-mechanism built in 1888. Essentially, the weight of one train going down, carrying a tank of 7000 litres of water, pulls the weight of the other train up the 245m high mountain. The water is then pumped back up to the tank at the top. 

At the top, one has a truly beautiful view of Wiesbaden, and one can appreciate how big it really is. Despite the fact that it started raining, we sat on the wall overlooking the vineyards and city, eating sour worms for quite some time. 

Again, we got to marvel at the comical lions who, taken out of the jungle where they’re meant to be king, look quite terrified. 

Up on the mountain, we went to the little coffee shop and had some coffee and cake, before walking around the various sights of Neroberg; the little pagoda, and the beautiful Russian church. 

We decided to take a walk back down to the bus, since we had paid for a single ticket up the hill and if one is planning to take the seilbahn both up and down, it’s cheaper to buy a combined ticket. That said, the walk down the hill was only ten minutes or so, and despite the rain that had fallen, it wasn’t that slippery at all. 

 And that was our day in Wiesbaden. I'm smitten!


  1. What fun!!! I think I'll move there too. ;-)

  2. I need to get to Wiesbaden again! Even though I have grown up so close to Wiesbaden I have never really visited any touristy places there and it looks like I have majorly missed out! By the way, I think lots of people secretly want to move there - the houses really are stunning! :)

  3. Haha, those lions are funny! Wiesbaden looks like a pretty place!

  4. so cute!! I like the excitement that second photo! ;)

  5. haha, as much as I love Marburg, I also love the excitement of going off somewhere else!

  6. It's so beautiful and grand!

  7. It took me like a few seconds there to decide I want to move there ;)

  8. There's enough place! (well, some current residents would have to go, not sure how they'd feel about that ;) )