The driving rain didn’t deter us or change our plans as we headed into town with our German friends Lutz and Marga. We settled into a small hotel in the heart of the old town, then, umbrellas aloft, went in search of Charlemagne’s trail.
It didn’t take long. We found the emperor — tall, bearded, in Renaissance armor with an octagonal crown on his head — sitting atop a monumental pea green fountain in the center of the city’s old town. It was only fitting that he be accorded such an honor: Thanks to Charlemagne, Aachen once was the capital of Europe.
Until you first hear it (AH-kin), figuring out how to pronounce the name of this city of 260,000 may seem difficult. Could that be why European itineraries rarely mention it? It’s much more common to see references to Munich and its Oktoberfest; to the Rhine and its riverboat rides and wine tasting; and to Berlin, Germany’s new-old capital.
But Aachen — on Germany’s northwestern border with the Netherlands and Belgium — has a lot going for it, my husband, Bill, and I discovered during our three-day visit last year in June. The town is Germany’s western gateway and is filled with history, much of it evolving from its famous onetime resident, Charles the Great, or Charlemagne. Thermal springs, which drew him in the first place, are still a major tourist attraction, as is the magnificent cathedral that Charlemagne founded here in 802.
So we ignored the rain and tried to take advantage of our limited time. We looked around the spacious Market Square, pausing in front of the ornate neo-Gothic Rathaus, or Town Hall. It was built on the ruins of Charlemagne’s imperial palace; we could see that its northern facade contained carvings of 54 German monarchs.
“The Rathaus has been rebuilt innumerable times in its 1,200-year history,” a tour guide told us later as she ushered the four of us up the town hall’s weathered stone stairway. The original Gothic structure “was converted to Baroque style after Aachen’s great fire of 1656 and rebuilt again in neo-Gothic style in the 19th century, an ornate look it retains today.” The Coronation Hall upstairs, with its rose-hued vaulted ceiling, 6-foot stone pillars and 9th century stone floor, generated visions of the great banquets held here from 1349 to 1531: Otto II, perhaps, amid his family, vassals and loyal subjects, presiding over tables sagging under meat pies on trenchers and other medieval goodies.
Clinging to the Rathaus’ left wall is the tiny Postwagen restaurant, where we took shelter from the rain for lunch. Built in 1657, the richly carved, half-timbered structure was restored to its original Baroque splendor after it was damaged in World War II. We sat on a low wooden bench, sipped beer and tucked into hearty helpings of noodles and mushrooms. Through the pub’s wavy leaded windows, we watched backpack-carrying students and elderly shoppers traversing the square.
Aachen’s International Newspaper Museum, home to 170,000 newspapers from the late 1500s on, proved an engrossing respite from the nonstop downpour. Lutz and Bill, both history buffs, gravitated to the press coverage of the rise of the Third Reich, World War II, the Kennedy assassination and other milestones in German and world history. Marga and I were fascinated by the “Curiosities” on display, including Diario di Roma of Feb. 28, 1809, the world’s smallest newspaper — barely larger than a pack of cigarettes — and L’autre Monde, unique because it was printed on black paper with gold lettering.
That evening, it was still raining when we walked to the Ratskeller, a popular eatery that impressed everyone: Lutz and Bill, who ordered sausage plates, and Marga and I, with herring platters. The restaurant’s long vaulted ceiling was supported by thick white-washed columns strung with grapevines.
The rain finally stopped, and it was still fairly light as we walked back to the hotel. We passed the Charlemagne fountain, bathed in the moonlight.
Hot springs eternalAachen’s famous sulfur springs have drawn inhabitants for thousands of years. Ancient burial mounds indicate that the region’s early inhabitants lived in the hills around the bubbling springs during the Bronze and Iron ages.
The Celts arrived in 600 BC, followed in the 1st century by the Romans, who established a large military spa in Aachen. The thermal baths could accommodate 6,000 Roman soldiers simultaneously.
Eventually the Romans were rout- ed by the Franks. The first written mention of Aachen during the Middle Ages relates that Pippin the Short, the Frankish king, celebrated Christmas “in his manor house in 765/766.” Charlemagne, Pippin’s eldest son, inherited the manor 30 years later and became Europe’s greatest medieval king, called the Father of Europe during his lifetime.
He was born April 2, 742, near Liège, Belgium, and was crowned king of the Franks at 20. From his home base in Aachen, he waged 53 military campaigns — against the Lombards, Saracens and Avars, among others. He conquered and Christianized, expanding his empire until his realm stretched from the Polish border west to the Atlantic Ocean and from the Baltic to the Pyrenees, including Italy and part of the Balkans, boundaries almost identical to those of modern Western Europe.
Pope Leo III crowned Charlemagne Holy Roman Emperor in Rome in 800. Thanks to the scholars and artists he gathered around him, Charlemagne’s palace in Aachen became a cultural center remarkable for its time.
We learned more about Charlemagne on our second day in town, when we visited the emperor’s cathedral, where he is buried. The morning had dawned brightly, and we tried to put the rain showers behind us.
The heart of Charlemagne’s original cathedral is the magnificent octagonal royal chapel, which rises two arched stories to fold into the dome. The church was inaugurated in 805 and has been a major pilgrimage site since Charlemagne’s death in 814. His tomb disappeared for more than a century, we learned on a cathedral tour. It was unearthed by Emperor Otto III in 1000. Charlemagne was canonized in 1165 and his bones were enshrined in a house-shaped golden chest with wonderfully detailed carvings of German rulers.
Needing more than spiritual sustenance, we took a coffee break after our cathedral tour at Café van den Daele. “This was a printen factory [where gingerbread is made] in 1655,” Lutz said of the restaurant. “Until the 19th century, the printen were pressed and baked in the wooden molds you see on the walls around us. Today, Aachen produces 45,000 tons of printen annually.” The cafe’s wood-paneled rooms were crowded with antique armoires. Groups of elderly women lingered over their afternoon kaffee mit schlag, mouthwatering pastries and, naturally, printen, which my gingerbread-loving husband called superb.
We returned to the cathedral’s ancient chapel that evening for a concert. The “Music for a While” ensemble performed 17th century motets for tenor, organ and occasional lute. Doubtless the same scene was played out here by candlelight when the motets were first composed.
After the concert, we dined in the restaurant of the hotel we were staying at: Brulls am Dom. Between mouthfuls of buttery white asparagus (our favorite local delicacy), we took in the room’s delightful clutter: windowsills and shelves bursting with dolls, a miniature copper stove, a tiny table set with miniature china and flatware, and several dollhouses. “I’ve always liked collecting,” said Hannah Brulls, wife of the fifth-generation hotel owner. “Our guests seem to enjoy my treasures.”
They came for the watersThe next morning, we strolled the city’s old town again. As we walked by the front of the Rathaus on the way to another tour, dozens of students were shouting slogans and brandishing placards protesting a planned university tax increase.
Minutes later, our serious, 60-ish guide, Frau Goebbels, was telling us more about her city. “Aachen was known throughout Europe as an elegant spa,” she said, standing in front of the Elisenbrunnen (Elise fountain), a neoclassical rotunda erected in 1822. “Albrecht Dürer, Voltaire, George Frideric Handel and Peter the Great are just a few of the famous personages who took the waters in Aachen.” We looked in vain for a local imbibing his morning prescription of the healing waters.
Behind the Elisenbrunnen, the Elisengarten’s benches were bustling with university students heatedly debating, reading, chatting on cell phones or simply contemplating the garden’s colorful impatiens beds. Nearby, a group of younger kids gathered around the Money fountain, which illustrates the circulation of money. The kids giggled at the two figures portrayed: a man greedily stretching his hand out and nearly falling in the water, and a plump woman clutching at coins.
Fountains tell many stories in Aachen. Later, as we walked through town, we were amused by the three bronze figures of the Klenkes Fountain, their little fingers raised in greeting. The fountain is the legacy of Aachen’s 14th century needle-making and textile industry; the children who worked in the factories used their little fingers to sort out bent needles.
Brilliant sunshine brought townsfolk outdoors on our last morning in town. In a courtyard near our hotel, a tow-haired 5-year-old rode his tricycle in front of the Domkeller Restaurant, built in the 17th century. His parents watched as they sipped coffee at a table by the courtyard’s Roman arches, a copy of the original, which were fashioned from fragments of a 2nd century bath.
“We didn’t get to the modern part of town,” Lutz lamented later, mentioning other attractions we’d also missed during our hasty tour.
“Never mind,” Bill said. “We’ll add Aachen to our next German itinerary.”
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At home with Charlemagne in Aachen
From LAX, Lufthansa, British and Swiss offer connecting service (change of planes) to Cologne, Germany. Restricted round-trip fares begin at $1,260.
Airport Aixpress, a direct airport bus service between Aachen and the Cologne/Bonn airport, takes 60 to 90 minutes and departs four times daily. For information: Taeter Aachen, 011-49-241-182-00-23. The high-speed Thalys train from Cologne stops in Aachen 12 times daily. Round-trip fare is about $35.
To call numbers below from the U.S., dial 011 (the international dialing code), 49 (country code for Germany), 241 (local code) and the number.
WHERE TO STAY:
Brulls am Dom, Hühnermarkt, 52062 Aachen; 317-04, fax 40-43-26. In the heart of the old town. Owned by the Brulls family for more than 100 years, the hotel offers comfort and tradition in 12 small, cozy rooms with private bath. Restaurant features German specialties such as veal schnitzel and pork roast. Double rooms from $105, including a generous breakfast. No credit cards.
AquisGrana, Buchkremerstrasse/Büchel 32, 52062 Aachen; 443-0, fax 443-137, https://www.hotel-aquisgrana.de . Ninety-two comfortable, modern rooms with private bath. Double rooms from $120.
WHERE TO EAT:
Der Postwagen, off the market square at Krämerstrasse 2, 52062 Aachen; 350-01. A narrow, half-timbered edifice built in 1657, perfectly restored. Offers beer, sausages, dumplings, noodle casseroles and other German specialties. Entrees $10-$15.
Ratskeller, Markt Strasse 40, D-52062, Aachen; 350-01. Lively, upscale restaurant in the Rathaus cellar. German and Continental cuisine. Entrees from $14.
Aachener Kaffee und Weinstube, “Leo van den Daele,” Büchelstrasse 18, 52062 Aachen; 357-24. Antique armoires and leather-covered walls generate the cafe’s warm, 18th century atmosphere. House specialties include reisfladen (rice pudding), pastries and spicy printen (a kind of gingerbread). Coffee, pastries and printen for four: $30.
TO LEARN MORE:
German National Tourist Office, 122 E. 42nd St., New York, NY 10168; (212) 661-7200, fax (212) 661-7174, https://www.cometogermany.com .
Aachen Tourist Information, Monheimsallee 52, D-52022 Aachen; 180-29-60, fax 180-29-30.
— Eva G. Fremont