This is the first of the out of sequence posts from Frankfurt. I will dump them in, but please look back a few posts when you come on these.
My sister believes in ghosts and she has what she purports to be a picture of one, so when I noticed the interesting – almost three dimensional – play of the light, I had to take a picture. Maybe I can sell it to “National Enquirer.”
The picture above is from Goethe’s house in Frankfurt. A believer in ghosts might well say that this was Goethe’s wife or maybe a serving girl. It seems a little small, but I suppose people were smaller in those days, or maybe you shrink when you turn into a ghost. You can easily imagine it as a woman in 18th century costume in profile. What do you think?
Who ya gonna call?