Herbstmess in Karlsruhe (The Fallmess)
Yesterday's shoot was, as promised, absolutely cozy. I can hardly wait to hold the pictures of Ariana in my hands and show them to you. More on that soon, because tonight belongs to somewhere else.
Tonight is the last evening of the Herbstmess in Escort Karlsruhe. For eleven days the fairground on Durlacher Allee has been a small sea of lights, and at 8 pm, according to the programme, the big farewell fireworks go up.
If you know the Wasen in Escort Stuttgart, the way I described it in Wasen, wie es wirklich war, you will be surprised. The Karlsruhe Mess is its small, family-friendly cousin. No beer tent that starts to tip around nine, no crowd in which you lose sight of each other. Entry is free, the air smells of Magenbrot and roasted almonds, and from five o'clock, once it gets dark, the place shows what it can really do: it glows.
That is exactly what the big one can't do. The Wasen wants to be celebrated. The Mess is allowed to simply be looked at. You stroll, you stop, you take a hot punch in your hand and listen to the carousels turning. In Karlsruhe whole generations took their first ride here, and you can feel it: people know each other a little, and those who don't greet you anyway.
Gentlemen who are in Karlsruhe on business sometimes ask me for an evening that doesn't look like a programme. My advice would be this: first a slow round of the fairground with a punch in hand, then a short ride back towards the city centre and a last glass in the Schlossbar of the Schlosshotel Karlsruhe, right on Bahnhofplatz. It is quiet enough there to hear each other again after an hour of talking over carousel music. If you have time beforehand, behind the station you will find the Stadtgarten, which I will always recommend.
Discreetly yours,
Lena