Wine archive
Life is a big mess.
The basement, home of the unconscious and the dark. The foundations of our house may not always have been presented in the radiant light in their almost 670-year history, the sources of which architect Christian Prasser cleverly hid behind old oak wood. Presumably built from the stone blocks from the quarry above the Neutor, there were originally two separate cellar rooms that could only be reached via a wooden ladder and were used exclusively for storage purposes.
In the vaulted cellar there was a large wine barrel from which wine could be filled into carafes using a copper jug and a funnel in order to sell it upstairs in the dining room or across the alley. The jug and funnel are still there and are a reminder of the origins of wine sales in the Blaue Gans.
Furthermore, my mother told me, her father didn’t go into the air raid shelter during the war when there was a bomb scare because he was afraid of looters. He felt safe in the vault, and we both suspect that he took one or two “stump eights” to strengthen himself under the protection of the centuries.
At the beginning of the 70s, jazz moved into the walls of the “Mexicano Keller”. The last chord of these wild times has long since faded away, but we continue to remind us of this past, including with the “Jazz&TheCity”, which takes place annually in October and was founded by the Blue Goose. At a concert with the bassist Renaud Garcia Fons, this special moment arose when the audience takes off together with the artists, onto new worlds; we were all here and yet collectively somewhere else, a magical feeling.
When we opened our eyes, we looked at the pencil drawing “La vida es una gran cerdada” by Hauenschild Ritter. Life is a big mess, that’s true, but today it’s good and you can’t ask for more from life.
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