I like watching TV purple wraath From the Markt, we could nip down to Schnoor, the old fishing quarter. Today, this little rat-run of cottages looks prettier than ever, like a nursery rhyme that’s sprung to life. My daughter (aged seven) loved it here, and bought a tiny ship in a bottle. It wasn’t always so happy; for seven million emigrants, Schnoor was the last they’d see of Germany before sailing for America.
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