Today we took the bus out to Harting to witness something we’ve been hearing about for a few years now, but never had the chance to witness: raising the maypole in Harting. Our pals who live in this village to the South and East of Regensburg were already there, reserving a table. I observed the whole process, from the band parading into the village, the representatives of the village’s volunteer fire department and sporting clubs bringing the pole into town with their bare hands, to the hour-long process of aligning the base and gradually propping the pole into vertical position, all while staying well-supplied with Maßen of Bischofshof.
You don’t get this kind of cuteness in downtown Regensburg, or on the island where we live. I dug it.