Goslar doesn’t have the grandeur of Paris, the night life of London or the attitude of New York. It also doesn’t have the size or crime rate of Mexico City.
What it does have is oodles of charm and plenty of history.
And if you’re this old, and look this great, you might as well flaunt it.
Walking along the streets of Goslar – a town I’ve never even heard of until recently – is like stepping into a time machine. You keep looking for the wormhole that connects you with the presence.
This is not a museum town.
The place was build on the wealth of silver and lead.
It’s a living and breathing town that is steeped in it’s own history and that of the region and beyond.
It has it’s own imperial palace dating back to 1024 AD, the Salian dynasty and the Holy Roman Emperor Henry III.
Heads of state still visit.
The streets are lined with houses that are interlinked and mostly date from the 1500’s and before.
There are modern people living in these houses and probably will be for centuries to come.
If walls could talk? sadly they can’t.
I love this Harz region.
It doesn’t fuss, doesn’t bluster with self-importance and has a sense of self-awareness and self-confidence that is quiet and assured.
It’s happy with itself and just gets on with being the Harz.
I’m not sure how many overseas tourists make it to this region, but I’m sure it’s a very worthy trip besides the Heidelburgs, Rothenburgs, Munichs and Neuschwansteins.
