Flensburg Förde, meine historischen einlaß.
Flensburg Fjord, my historic inlet.
Fjord de Flensburg, mon anse historique
Our footprints in the sand are swept away over time.
but the impression of good childhood memories will never disappear
the area was for a period the home of the black danish drake – at that time a duckling
as seen so the city and the fjord still stands there
of course, much changed, but the atmosphere and the soul are still there.
– with lots of visits also with modern tourism.
Another ‘Le Drake Noir’ post about Flensburg “link“
Daily prompt: “Home” (one of them)