
On my way to school I and other little bad boys would make the occasional climb on this, until told by a stern policeman, who would blow a whistle at us, to get off the statue |


The old city center and Rathaus (the mayor's office) |

Once a busy harbor with cranes on a long pier where bad boys, I did not know, would jump from into the river |


When I was very little Oma (grandmother) would take me by the hand and go to the Gewürzhaus to get one of the local specialties in a stoneware container, Düsseldorfer Mustard, made here since 1725 |

A Catholic church with a strangely twisted tower and Schlossturm, the latter, once part of a larger fortified structure |
Düsseldorf
Germany