As lovely as it is to live in a quiet village (every day, like the one before… little town, full of little people.. ok… enough Beauty and the Beast), I am most definitely a city gal. Horns honking, people yelling, sirens wailing… yes, tout le monde, that is my white noise. Except instead of putting me to sleep, it wakes up a part of my soul that only really gets a chance to be alive when I'm in the city.
New York. Chicago. Paris. While, yes, they can get overwhelming after a while, these are the places that tend to give me just the jolt I need. You can only imagine how excited I was a few weeks ago when a friend asked me to accompany her to Frankfurt (the closest large city to where we live out our humble lives) and I found that Frankfurt has got to be the quietest city EVER. I thought that perhaps it was a fluke, so when Soldier Boy and I popped into the city for one of our Starpotle (Starbucks/Chipotle) runs and a quick museum visit yesterday, I thought, "Oh boy, a chance to fill up on our favourite American foods AND find out if Frankfurt really is super quiet or not.
The results of my little test… drumroll, please…
FRANKFURT HAS GOT TO BE THE QUIETEST CITY ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET.
It's true. We walked along the river, the banks of which were simply crammed with people picnicking and taking in copious quantities of vitamin D… silently. They had alcohol open and everything!
WHY IS THIS CITY SO QUIET?
… seriously… it freaks me out… though it was lovely to get a change of scenery… and another frappuccino!
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