St. Peter's cathedral in Bremen town square... it's been around since like the 1000s... that's old.
This is the side of the Bremen Rathaus (ie Bremen parliament)... if you look closely (at the corner of the red brick building) you can see the statue of the Musicians of Bremen, the donkey, dog, cat and rooster...
Teutonic knights guarding Bremen Rathaus from, eh, rats?
Kogi's taco truck has invaded Bremen!
The town butcher's truck... all sorts of meats inside. It was a cold day, so I was all bundled up looking roly poly in a hooded ski jacket with chubby mittens. While standing next to the large black doggy, admiring the meats inside, the butcher's wife started to wave really fast at me... she had a huge grin on her face... I thought, wow, she is one uber friendly German, so I gave me a big grinned wave back... then I realized, oh, she thinks I am a little kid, that's why she is doing the... aww, aren't you cute wave! It's one thing to be mistaken as a 20 year old, but it's another thing to be mistaken as an 8 year old!
Auf wiedersehen! Dear Bremen, for the record, I am not 8 years old, and we Americans do not condone child labor.