After Fasching, Mainz goes back to being a peaceful and reserved German city on the Rhine. During Fasching, it’s a madhouse. My German teacher describes it as a town where one boards a bus and everyone is quietly reading a book or looking out the window, but then during Fasching everyone is smiling, singing, and wanting to be friends. “Instead of Germans,” he said,” “everyone’s acting like Americans!”
I felt that black and white helped to balance the city’s competing identities in these photos. I hope you enjoy them.
The calm before the storm.
Life is like a carnival ride. You can play it safe and ride the merry-go-round, it’s predictable. But, myself personally, I will ride the rollercoaster, for all it’s glory and thrills, It’s ups and downs, twists and turns, and rushes. Isn’t life a rush ?
– Lynette Mack, Moonshadow
Last Friday, only five out of eighteen students showed up to my German class. Didn’t I feel like a nerd! Everyone else, assumedly, partied too hard the night before or had already started enjoying Carnival festivities that day. I don’t blame them. Learning a new language is half about learning grammar and half (even more importantly) about learning hand gestures, accents, customs, and drinking songs. With everyone’s minds on costumes, parades, beers, and brats, our teacher turned the class into a walking tour of Mainz, complete with a history lesson on the city and its famous festival: Fastnacht.
Next Monday, or Rosenmontag, the Monday before Shrove Tuesday, is the Fasching parade in Mainz, otherwise known as Carnival, which reminds me of the thrilling time we had in Nice this time last year. Here are some of my favorite photographs from that weekend: