It's been a cold Easter Sunday here in the Moseltal - a bit of sunshine and a bit of cloud, but it was a different story altogether a few weeks back.......
Back then we took ourselves off on a train ride to Trier and found out that the Easter Market was in full swing. First call was one of the wine stands and a glass of the local sparkling, then we had a wander about looking at the stalls. There were Easter Chickens, Easter Rabbits, little Easter Birds on stalks to put in a plant pot, Easter Pot Pourri, Easter wreaths to hang on the front door..... but nestling amongst all this we found a Work of Art.
An 18 inch high Easter Hare.
And he was gorgeous.
We had another glass of sparkling while we considered the consequences of carrying a giant hare around all day. H was in favour of paying for him but leaving him at the stall to Pick Up Later. I reckoned that if we were going to buy a giant hare then we may as well have some fun with him.
'You carry him then,' said H.
Our first Port of Call was Trier Cathedral, where I took his photo alongside the Domstein - somebody else took a photo too, not realizing that he belonged to us.
'That'll be five euro please' said H.
Then inside the Cathedral, in the Closters, I took his photo sitting on the window ledge - we met a very nice couple of American ladies who photographed him as well.
'Thank you so much for sharing your Easter Bunny with us.'
H was quiet about the fee this time.
Of course all this taking of photos had made us a bit on the hungry side, so we figured that as long as we could find a restaurant that did good lettuce, then we would be O.K.
I must admit that I was surprised that Easter Hares had a taste for Ricard, which is something that I must bear in mind In The Future but the salad went down well anyway....
........apart from the peppers.
'Would he like some carrot juice?' asked the waitress when it was time for dessert.
He started to get a little bit heavy on the long trek back to the Railway Station, but he met an old friend in the Bar - and on the train we managed to get four seats to ourselves (surprisingly enough).
'Can I take a photo of your Eas......?'
We were used to his Celebrity Status at this point and just waved away, Casual Like.
We even got a wave from the ticket inspector, hanging out of the driver's cab as we landed at Bullay - he'd inspected our ticket earlier and said that Easter Hares could travel on a Rhineland-Pfalz ticket. No Problem.
And today, on Easter Day he's sitting on our window sill wearing a garland of blue flowers (the Hare, not the ticket inspector).
That day was a Magical Day.
So, Frohe Ostern!
