Every year in September since we’ve lived here, just when you’re thinking all the Feste must be over and done with — at least until its time to haul out the Glühwein stands again — the main drag on our island closes down to vehicular traffic. Local restaurants and out-of-towners alike roll in their trailers, along with vintners from far and wide. The whole street becomes an upscale pub crawl.
It’s a convenient way to expose your inner œnophile to a variety of wines from all over if you live around here. No DD necessary, or hunting for a parking spot, and a quiet, clean place to pee is always just a few meters away back in our apartment.
You can spend an awful lot of time in line waiting for your wood-fired Flammkuchen to come out of the oven. At least, you thought you were in line. Until you noticed that native person outflanking you and plunking down her four Euros while you were unconsciously respecting everyone’s personal space bubbles.
The live music from the stage at the top of the street is usually terrible!
We look forward to it every year, and are happy when it’s over on Sunday night, too.
You know it’s Fall when the last weekend festival around Regensburg has come and gone. Stadtamhof is our island neighborhood just over the Steinerne Brücke from the historic Altstadt, and it hosts a wine festival every year at the close of the summer. The music is usually awful — this year was no exception. The food can be kind of hit-or-miss (this year seemed more of a hit — particularly the Flammkuchen). And Regensburg isn’t much of a wine region, so the winesellers are pitching domestic whites (and Federweißer) from real wine regions in Germany and imported reds from all over. On the first day, almost no one showed up because the weather was so foreboding. That made getting a seat and something to eat particularly easy. Today, the second and final day, it was packed. Which is fun at first, but quickly grows tiresome.