After hitting the fish market, I wander through St. Pauli, the red-light
district made famous by the beer with the pigtailed lass on it.
I was looking for the historic Polish Catholic church on the right
-- and was rather amused to have to walk through the street above,
along with dozens of worshippers, to get there. |
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Further along the Reeperbahn (St. Pauli's main street) is the Herbertstrasse,
a block-long bordello closed off to women and those under 18. The
place seemed fairly quiet on a Sunday morning, although I did get
propositioned by the oldest and ugliest -- but most polite -- prostitute
I'd ever seen as I walked past a bar on the corner. (On a totally
different note: Reeperbahn -- which means Rope Street, by the by --
got stuck in my head as Reepacheep, giving a whole new meaning to
the phrase "onward and upward.") |
