...like your first conversation in a foreign language with a stranger, brief as it may be, that really inspires confidence in yourself. Sure, I studied French for a while. In the classroom, however, there's no real pressure to get it right; if you don't, someone will correct you and you'll move on.
So I went exploring on my own again today. I was looking for the Augustinerkirche; I found it, however it was closed. So I walked around (again, somewhat aimlesslessly) just making sudden turns down interesting-looking alleys. I've determined that because of the number of very distinctive and rather tall building that pepper the city, it's nearly impossible to get lost: find one or two on the skyline and you can easily figure out how to get back to more familiar territory.
I ended up walking up to the Lindenhof without realising it. The Lindenhof is a lookout point used by the Romans, but unfortunately there's nothing really there now that betrays their presence. Except a
small chunk of rock with some text on it, including the (abbreviated) words
STATIONIS TVRICENSIS - the place name that eventually turned into
Zürich. The view is great; here are some shots of the
Limmat, the
Grossmünster, and the
Predigerkirche, which ended up being my next stop (bear with me). Also, on the Lindenhof there is a
large chess board, where I stopped to watch some men play, and another fountain. I don't think I've yet mentioned this, but there are fountains everywhere. Literally. Here's a picture of
a pidegeon drinking from one.
So, getting back to the original story above, when I got to the Predigerkirche, I didn't notice any signage indicating whether or not photography was allowed (it wasn't, for example, inside the Fraumünster or the Grossmünster), so I walked over to a nice lady looking like she was keeping an eye on the place. Ever the optimist, I asked her, "Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
"Nein." Figures. "..français?"
"Ja ja!" Of course you do. Pulling out my camera, "Puis-je utiliser ici?" She smiled,
"Oui, bien sûr!" Alors... here are some shots of the
very pretty organ, a
groin vault, and a
portion of the nave. Like St Peters Kirche, it had been completely Baroqued over (can I use Baroqued as a verb?), but there were some small medieval remains, including a
bit of rock with an inscription and a
fragment of a fresco. I wish there was some sort of literature on these things. I feel very stupid, as a medievalist, to not know exactly what these things are. Hopefully I will find out at a later date.