Rothenburg ob der Tauber

Perhaps, listed in my memories for the top 2 villages I can count as my favorites, is Rothenburg ob der Tauber, not to be confused with Rothenburg which is about 2 hours away from there. Growing up close to here meant I was in Rothenburg ob der Tauber many times as a small boy. You can imagine how a child's senses would be delighted being in a village such as this. It is a walled in village, larger than some but the charm is intact. Coziness in a fortress. Perfect.

We stayed in the hotel pictured here below (large building middle of picture) once. The building to the right of it was also the hotel with a drugstore on the bottom corner of the building.

I remember the beds were made up what seemed like a mountain of blankets on top with fluffy pillows. In the morning when we left the room to walk around, a maid would come in and throw open the windows and hang the bedding from it. See all the windows in the picture? They would all have bedding from guests hanging out until around noon, catching the fresh air.



Rothenberg ob der Tauber. It's time for another visit. Maybe stay forever this time.

The Village of Kals Koednitz, Austria

Perhaps the more pristine and breathtaking villages of the world can be found nestled throughout Austria. If you should ever venture off the beaten path of tourism to explore where most do not go, you'll find yourself in some of the most vivid examples of heaven on earth.

Christmas Intimate

One Christmas Tree lit up in a village puts a tree in everyone's living room. There's no mistaking the charm of village life during Christmas, invoking village life in both simple and elaborate but charming, Christmas scene displays.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Nothing beats Christmas in a village.

A Tale To Tell

The village of Altensteig - Germany

Of course I will always have an adoration for the thousands of idyllic villages to be found throughout Germany, Bavaria and Austria. It's the Hansel and Gretel setting, the villages that have a wishing well in the center. These villages stoke the ever present magic of a time immemorial. The history of a village is a storybook to fascinate.

The Village Proper

Villages (a proper village) capture a mood within oneself with unintended details. Cobblestone streets. Walls covered in vines, some sprouting flowers. The intricate details in the way building construction seemed to fall to Hobbit architects. This village in England as approached the time of day when everyone is inside, perhaps to dinner. This is a favorite time to take a walk through fairy tale lanes leaving you both with a sigh and a smile.

Village of Fraxern in Vorarlberg, Austria

Photo by Böhringer Friedrich

A village can sit out in the great wide open and remain secluded. Fraxern enjoys sweeping views of the Rhine Valley and snow-capped mountains of Switzerland in the background. Again, the prominent church steeple rises like an old friend above the rooftops. As a child, I would hold still knowing the moment was near for the bells to ring. You develop an unconscious rhythm around the bells as you go about the day. Cuckoo clocks are abundant in the Nordic and Germanic villages of Europe, especially villages in the fabled Black Forest. I remember the hourly bells of the church synchronized with a cuckoo clock in the house. If there were no clocks, you would still know the hours in the passing day by the bells chiming along with the passing of the sun through the sky.

The Village of Armeni, Crete, Greece

A village can set the tone for you. It can set your mood. It can strip the stress from your body and mind as you feel a visible loosening of muscles gnarled for years living in that "other" world you left behind. A village can be a powerful antidote to the toxicity of a 9 to 5 life.

Madeira, Portugal

Is there a rule or expectation about the placement of a village in order to establish itself? Like the countryside. Amidst rolling hills? Tucked into valleys?

Apparently not. The frightening perch chosen by village settlers on the precarious side of a terraced mountain sparks curiosity and undying questions as to why. Perhaps it was for the commanding view more than the fear of a misstep.

Beynac-et-Cazenac, France

Almost all villages thriving in the world can be found in Europe. These will be the villages that hold old world charm, truly transporting one back to another time. Small avenues, usually only with one main street right through the heart of the village, with short side streets leading directly to residences. The village center remains the true social center where everyone gravitates for their needs, whether to pick up a pint of milk or to sit in the tavern for some conversation and a drink.

However, the village structure exists in Asia as well and the comparison is an interesting difference. With the exception of Japan and some remote places in China, mainly villages in Asia lack the romance of European villages. The exception being that sometimes village schematics were laid out with such precise focus on harmonious flow that seeing one of these villages introduces a sense of order and hence, a feeling of calm.

The village above shows the Rue prinicpale du village de Beynac et Cazenac or Main street of the village of Beynac-et-Cazenac, France.

Village People

Photo by Michael Lisman

I grew up in a village in an area near Erlangen, Germany called Dechsendorf. It resembled the village in the picture above but without the mountains. Rougly the same size with the familiar church steeple dominating the village roof line. My memories of the village are as pristine as the day we moved there when I was 2 years old. My father was already there and my mother transported herself with me from Honolulu, Hawaii to join him. Sadly, I don't have pictures of that magical place, something I should seek to see if any do exist in the family.

From my memory, Dechsendorf might be the name of the village or simply the area it was in. Pictures I see of Dechsendorf on the internet do not resemble the village as I remember it and it appears like there may have been some clear cutting of the forest, sadly, to make room for more housing. What appears in pictures now is certainly larger than the village I remember. Still, it hasn't grown exponentially if indeed, I am looking at the village that grew through time.

When I was there, one dirt road ran straight as an arrow through the village. If I had to hazard the length of it, I'd say it wasn't longer than 1/8th of a mile long, if that. There was a church steeple. A chicken or two or three wandered the road and I had fun chasing them but never catcing them. I wandered around the forest that surrounded it. It was idyllic for a child growing up, perfect. Fun came from being pushed in a wheelbarrow or on the back of an adult bicycle on the dirt road. I loved and focused on the sound of the gravel under the tires. Tactile memories are strong still. I had an old man for a friend who walked in small shuffle steps and spoke no English but I understood him somehow, despite this. I would speak the pretend German of a 4 year old who believed it was real when around other German tots. We all seemed to understand each other anyway. I would go on walks with the old man, hide from him and give him near heart attacks thinking he lost me, giggling delightfully behind a tree at his desperation and spinnning around, looking everywhere.

I've traveled much in Europe through the years. Every place I have visited, it's always the villages that give me a sense of great peace and melancholy. A calm descends and a yearning grows within to stay forever.

This blog is entirely dedicated to villages I have been to and to those I've never come close to but share a tremendous familiarity and affinity with. Most to all of the photos used on this blog are from other photographers. Where I know their names, I will credit the photo to them. I am extremely grateful to live in a time to be able to visit far away places and live through the photographs of those who share their visual acuity with the rest of the world through the internet.

- Ciance