FRANZISKA OUT AND ABOUT

This was the last day of Franzi’s weekend trip crossdressed to the wonderful city of Hamburg. The program consisted of breakfast at a popular café, a brief visit to an arts forum in the “Arkadenviertel,” picking up luggage at the hotel, and the trip back to Frankfurt and home. This posting covers the breakfast only. Portrait of the day The outfit of the day was a nice silky long dark gray skirt, a silky blouse with small dots, a wide black belt, and ankle boots … … worn with a black blazer … … and my new winter coat. I guess you’ll start to understand why it was so important to be successful on day two of this four-day trip to find a black winder coat, as so many outfits depended on that particular item. Again, I walked toward the city center, past a fountain in the courtyard between city hall and the chamber of commerce. I was very very lucky to have gotten in at the café. I knew this place was very popular, but I was too lazy to make a reservation. Besides, I didn’t want to occupy a ...

The Hamburg district St. Pauli (formerly known as “Hamburger Berg” until the years 30 of the 18 th  century and later renamed after its central church) is a vibrant district in Hamburg, with a history shaped by sailors, workers, and outsiders who helped forge its famously rebellious spirit. Once known primarily for its harbor life and the nightlife of the “Reeperbahn,” (the lifeline through St. Pauli), it evolved into a symbol of counterculture, especially during the late 20th century when activists, artists, and squatters resisted gentrification and stood for social justice. Interesting, but barely useful to know: The name "Reeperbahn" comes from Low German and refers to a ropewalk. In the 17th and 18th centuries, ropemakers "Reepschläger" produced ropes and cables "Reepe" for shipping there. These craftsmen needed long, straight stretches of land, which is why they moved outside the former city gates of Hamburg, into what is now the St. Pauli district. T...

Anybody who has visited this blog more than once, will have gathered that Franzi loves arts, for the most part in the form of musicals, classical concerts, operas, ballet, or museums. Anybody who has followed Franzi’s five weekend trips crossdressed, will know that a visit to one of the top local museums at the given location is a must. And the pick for this trip and day was “Hamburger Kunsthalle.” “Hamburger Kunsthalle” is one of the largest art museums in the country. It was initiated by Hamburg citizens, who founded a Society for the Arts in 1817. It consists of three connected buildings, dating from as early as 1869, being located close to the old city center between Hamburg central station and “Binnenalster.” The name “Kunsthalle” indicates the museum's history as an 'art hall' when it was founded in 1850. Today, it houses one of the few art collections in Germany that covers seven centuries of European art, from the Middle Ages to the present day. Outside Hamburger Ku...

As I had said in my previous posting, it is a tough decision to either continue with the evening and outfit or to be wise, to go back to the hotel on time, to not have a nightcap at the hotel bar, and to be fresh and fit the next morning for yet another day of crossdressing fun and yet another great outfit. I had been smiling all evening long already over the plan and program for Saturday and the two great outfits I had selected. For the visit at Hamburger Kunsthalle, sightseeing, and lunch, I had selected a sexy outfit, consisting of a sleeveless top, black faux leather short, dotted nylons, black boots, and my new black winter coat. It feels safe to wear during the day, but would feel awkward in the evening, if you know what I mean. I had mentioned in an earlier posting that I think it looks really hot if the outfit (shorts, skirt, dress) is shorter than the coat, hence that only slender hosed legs stick out from under the coat. I do not know why, it just hits me as sexy. I've sp...

After a successful shopping trip, a wonderful lunch at Hamburg’s “Passagenviertel,” and a glass of “Cougar Juice” at the hotel bar, Franzi went back to her hotel room to prepare for a phantastic evening at “Elphi.” I’ll tell you more about “Elphi” in a moment. Portrait of the evening. Pearls! Fake pearls, I assume, but I do not know for sure, because at least the necklace is an inheritance from my paternal grandmother. I love the fact that I wear my grandmother's jewelry. I also have a very simple tin signet ring, which bears the initials of my paternal grandmother's married name. My grandmother and my grandfather married in 1936 and a signet ring with the initials-to-be it was a common engagement gift at that time. Hence, I assume that the ring is around 90 years old. And I love to wear it on my pinkie finger. I also have a wonderful bronze ring with an amber, of which I think to remember that my mother told me that she found the stone on the beach at the Baltic Sea when she w...