Part of last weekend's trip with Ric, O2P, Geo & Clough.
Our second place on a piece of paper was Dr Anna's Haus. Located in an affluent looking spa town, it took us a few passes in the car to work out that this was actually the place we were looking for as the state of derp internally definitely doesn't mirror the exterior.
Apparently Dr Anna is still alive, 105 years old and being cared for in elderly accommodation. Her associates and husband (?) were apparently the ones with their names above the door of the Urological clinic they ran, hence spartan references to "Anna" within. We had some of the history explained to us by our German friends who had spent time poring over the masses of documentation and history left behind here... unfortunately I was deep within a Krombacher based fug at the time so am now struggling to piece the history back together again.
Anyhow, we spent quite a bit of time here, the temperature outside was hovering somewhere at the -10 level and it was hammering down with snow, so exiting via my face wasn't the most comfy of experiences.
The house is a split level affair straddling a hill, with clinical and waiting / administration spaces on the ground and lower ground floors with an opulent house on the floors above. Dr Anna was clearly a well dressed lady judging by the amount of swanky 60's /70's clothing and bags still in situ.
Big shame was that the awesome skellington paintings were missing.
Photos.
Looking down the stairs.
Upstairs - The fucking weird bedroom. Nice Ercol bed, probably worth an absolute mint nowadays.
Downstairs - the clinical areas.
Cheers for having a look.
Our second place on a piece of paper was Dr Anna's Haus. Located in an affluent looking spa town, it took us a few passes in the car to work out that this was actually the place we were looking for as the state of derp internally definitely doesn't mirror the exterior.
Apparently Dr Anna is still alive, 105 years old and being cared for in elderly accommodation. Her associates and husband (?) were apparently the ones with their names above the door of the Urological clinic they ran, hence spartan references to "Anna" within. We had some of the history explained to us by our German friends who had spent time poring over the masses of documentation and history left behind here... unfortunately I was deep within a Krombacher based fug at the time so am now struggling to piece the history back together again.
Anyhow, we spent quite a bit of time here, the temperature outside was hovering somewhere at the -10 level and it was hammering down with snow, so exiting via my face wasn't the most comfy of experiences.
The house is a split level affair straddling a hill, with clinical and waiting / administration spaces on the ground and lower ground floors with an opulent house on the floors above. Dr Anna was clearly a well dressed lady judging by the amount of swanky 60's /70's clothing and bags still in situ.
Big shame was that the awesome skellington paintings were missing.
Photos.
Looking down the stairs.
Upstairs - The fucking weird bedroom. Nice Ercol bed, probably worth an absolute mint nowadays.
Downstairs - the clinical areas.
Cheers for having a look.
