Bembel pours under the Frau Rauscher fountain on Klappergasse in Frankfurt am Main
Most people who say they “did Frankfurt” mean a skyline shot from the Eiserner Steg, a quick Römerberg loop, and a train out before dinner. I cross the same iron bridge and keep walking south until the towers shrink behind half-timber and the street smells faintly of pressed apple. Klappergasse is short, uneven, and loud … Read more