Frankfurt Museums

One of the best things about Frankfurt - other than the plentiful bakeries and endless supply of flaky pastries  - is the number of museums. I started off intending to visit a new one every weekend when I had time, but I have got stuck of late on the Städel Museum. It's a world-class art museum, and I've been three times already and not yet seen it all.

Once I had a permanent address I bought a "MuseumsuferCard" from the Tourist Information office at Dom-Römer. "Museumsufer" is the name given to the south bank of the Main which is lined with museums - "Museums Embankment" (until just now I thought it was Museum + Sufer, but I've just discovered from a dictionary check that it is Museums + Ufer). The card costs €75 for a year, with entry to 34 museums. It currently costs €14 to get into the Städelmuseum on the weekends, so it really seems like a good deal. I wouldn't have been swanning in and out of that museum for the last three weekends if I didn't have the card - instead I'd have expired somewhere in there on my first visit, probably surrounded by all those pictures of Christian martyrdom and suffering in the Old Masters galleries.

The following are the museums I have visited so far.

1. The Natural History Museum (Senckenberg Naturmuseum Frankfurt)

€6 to enter. Open all week, and until 20:00 on Wednesdays.

I went here not long after I arrived, and it's high time I went back. It was one of the better natural history museums I've visited - not visually spectacular like the one in Paris, but with good, broad collections on display of the things that interest me - fish, mammals, a good room on insects, and so on. There were dioramas of German/European wildlife that were really nicely done, with none of that faded moth-eaten and forgotten look you often find in such displays. It helps when your scenery is rich mossy forest, I suppose.

There wasn't much information in English in there, so I worked my way round with the dictionary on my iPad and used it as an opportunity to learn words like der Affe (ape), die Libelle (dragonfly) and der Kugelfisch (puffer fish), that are nice to know but admittedly difficult to slip into everyday conversation.

2. The Museum for Applied Art (Museum für Angewandte Kunst Frankfurt)

€8 to enter. (It took some effort to find that out - they have a shockingly bad museum website.)

I didn't see too much of the permanent collection when I visited, since I went to see the Entdeckung Korea! (Discover Korea) exhibition, now moved on to Stuttgart. The exhibition was pretty good - it gathered Korean artworks from around Germany, and though the collection was slightly disjointed feeling, the blown up photographs and short film from the late 19th century added a lot.

I looked very briefly around the permanent Asian collection and some of the European collection, mediaeval and later. It also felt a bit disjointed - like the website, maybe needs a bit more work on presentation - but it will be worth going back to look around some more. I didn't look through the Villa Metzler that is attached to the museum, either.

3. The Goethe House (Frankfurter Goethe-Haus)

€7 to enter.

Perhaps more interesting as a preserved late 18th century house of a well-to-do Frankfurt family than specifically as Goethe's house, since it's the one that Johann Wolfgang von Goethe grew up in rather than the one he lived in as an adult (there's one of those in Weimar). It's a nice house - sparsely furnished and without much in the way of contemporary objects, but enough to give you some sense of the aesthetics of the time. The decoration has been nicely restored. As often, I found myself wishing I could have their kitchen, though of course it would be even better if it came with their cooks and servants. It seems like an interesting and enlightened family, valuing education for the daughter as well as the son. The audio guide tells you a little about the individual rooms, and something about the individual objects, and adds something to the visit - though in the style of such things, it's nice when you can cast it off at the end.

4. The Museum of Ethnology (Weltkulturen Museum)

€5 to enter.

This was my only completely disappointing visit so far. I went here on a Sunday, having checked the opening times, and arrived at the museum building (the one signposted as the Weltkuturen Museum) to find it closed up with no sign of life. After circling around it for a while along with an equally confused looking French man, I finally found the building two along open - the Welkulturen Labor, apparently the image archive (the building between them was the Weltkulturen Library, also closed up). In it there were two small special exhibitions to go along with the New Zealand theme of this year's book fair. The first was, according to the museum's website:

FACE TO FACE / KANOHI KI TE KANOHI / FA'AFESAGA'I
Graphic artworks from Francis Pesamino... on display with artefacts from the Polynesian collection of the Weltkulturen museum. 

 My New Zealand colleague tells me that Pesamino is very well known, and I'm sure it would be good to know more about his work - but the exhibition did nothing for me. It seemed like a very random collection of objects just put there to give the most basic understanding of the kind of design tradition Pesamino was working on top of. As to his works, they consisted of six or so large posters stapled casually to each end of the room - big faces, writing on them. The whole thing was just a bit hard to connect with. It needed some further context, or a completely different set of surrounding objects and artworks (comparable or contrasting graphic artworks, perhaps).

Not as hard to connect with as what awaited one floor up, though. This was the INCREDIBLY HOT SEX WITH HIDEOUS PEOPLE exhibition that is currently advertised all over Frankfurt. This is the title of a "zine" self-published over a number of years by somebody in New Zealand, and distributed in pubs. At least, that's what I understood. We're talking about black and white, hand drawn & often hand-written copied rags of the kind you'd use as beermats in the pub and that you'd expect were done by layabout male university students who never cleaned their flats or took a shower. The exhibition had them all strung up on the walls like a home display of Christmas cards. I got nothing at all out of this exhibition. I didn't even understand what I was supposed to be getting out of it, though looking back at the museum site I find it tells me that it "presents New Zealand's Zine Culture with Underground Literature and Comics."

Soon, I'll write up my visits to the Städelmuseum, including to its current major exhibition "Schwarze Romantik - von Goya bis Max Ernst."

Feed a cold, starve a fever.

I'm sitting at home on this rainy Sunday using the faint cold I picked up at work as an excuse to feel sorry for myself and sit around and eat pastries and cheese and crisps and drink tea. I've been really lucky in the last few years to hardly ever catch a cold - but my new job is a hotbed of germ activity, and it's surprising it's taken me two and a half months to catch anything. I work in an enormous open room like field (but without any fresh air), with I suppose somewhere between 60 and 80 people. To get in and out there are two heavy security doors that can only be opened by use of the door handles; then there are the buttons on the lifts and time-tracking machines, and so on - all shared by my roomful of people and many, many more (the company covers several floors). On top of that, we have lots of shared equipment. If bird flu or SARS or ebola hits Frankfurt, we'll be the first to go.

As I was indulging myself in unhealthy food just now, I remembered the saying, "Feed a cold, starve a fever." When I was young I thought it was hard to remember whether it was that or "Starve a cold, feed a fever" - nor did I really know what it meant. I thought it meant that if you ate lots when you had a cold, you wouldn't get a fever (because, mysteriously, fevers would feed off you if you didn't feed your cold). I also didn't understand "No news is good news," taking it to mean that all news was bad. Well, these weren't the kinds of things I heard in my family - they were the kinds of things I read in books, so there was no-one to pick up on my mistakes or clarify. I still quite like "All news is bad" as a saying, though.

Things to Cheer You Up

Saturday is shopping day for me here in Frankfurt - mainly because supermarkets and most other shops still close on Sundays. It's also the day for the market on Berger Strasse (it's there on Wednesdays too, but that's not much use for those of us who work all day), and if you want to cook it's much better to go there than to the supermarket. The vegetable selection in the supermarkets around here is very limited in comparison to those of everywhere else I've lived, and the vegetables often don't seem especially good. The market, on the other hand, has all sort of fresh produce, and also has stalls selling bread, spices, cheeses, fish - a rich shopping experience that doesn't resemble at all the markets of Saltcoats or Doncaster (the two of which combined to form my early image of "the market") that seemed to sell mostly socks and oranges.

Today I shopped for all sorts in the Berger Strasse shops - things I've had on a list since I moved in, but hadn't got around to searching for or buying. I tried to do it all in one trip: Woolworths (yes, there is still Woolworths here, which along with C&A made me feel at first as if I'd been taken back in time to an early 1980s Scottish high street - all that was missing was John Menzies. Is there still John Menzies in Scotland? It seems impossible that this wouldn't have disappeared too, such a different life belongs it to for me) for things like food containers and coat hangers; a hardware store for a padlock (we have a storage enclosure in the cellar that needs to be locked); the electrical store Saturn for extension cords; and others. By the time I was done (adding in soya milk from the natural foods supermarket and bread and vegetables from the market) and had carried it all home, my arms had stretched a good nine inches. They're slowly shrinking back to something like normal length now.

Among my acquisitions was one thing bought just for the pleasure it gave me (at the beginning of the shopping trip, before I got weighted down). It is this espresso cup and saucer, from Könitz:

I've seen Könitz things here and there before - I've bought a couple of their mugs in the U.S. - but since they're a German company their stuff is much easier to find here. I love the colorful animal designs, but my favorite thing about them is the little design inside each one that shows itself to the person drinking, like a secret message (though only if you're right-handed, I suppose). They remind me of various antique trick cups I was shown when I was a child - the pewter beer tankard with glass bottom so no-one could take you by surprise as you swigged; cups with china frogs crouched in them; a cup that somehow diverted the liquid when you tried to drink (to pour it in your lap? That wouldn't be very amusing). They remind me too of the bowls that my great aunt had with a blue fish design in the middle, and the fascination of spooning away the melted remnants of vanilla ice cream to try at last to reveal the fish that was hiding there.

And, while I am at it, here are other things that cheer me up every time I see them.

The lions on the wall of the underground station Zoo that I go through every day on my way to and from work. The expressions on the face of the lioness is funny, as if she's a little ambivalent about her role in life (and her relationship with the male lion); the male lion looks oddly human, as if it were based on someone the artist knew:

The whole station is painted in Noah's Ark theme - a biblical reference I find slightly irritating in connection with a zoo (why not just animals? Why do they have to be caught up in some foolish anthropocentric myth?), but some of the pictures are lovely all the same. Another time I will add in photos from Habsburgerallee, the next stop along the line, mysteriously decorated all round with donkeys, each one of which is carrying something different on its back (a cross; a syringe, possibly a chair... I can't think what else just now). Somewhere in there is a picture of two donkeys mating, which always amuses me when I see it.

Finally, a squirrel in my garden. They move so quickly, it's hard to take a photo:

I watched a couple of them for a while earlier on. They bound around, carrying chestnuts here and there. One of them buries something, then another one comes and digs it up and bounds around with it for a while before burying it somewhere else again. They're very funny, and very red.