It was shocking to see postwar Frankfurt which was still in tatters from the bombings. The grand Opera House (which I don't see in this video) was destroyed in 1944, and apparently didn't get rebuilt until the 1970's. It was sad to see such grandeur in rubble. And oddly satisfying. (My father died when the Luftwaffe shot down his B-17, so I wasn't feeling kindly toward this country).
A towel-service woman in the ladies' room of a restaurant was reading a newspaper with Stalin's picture on the front page. She pointed to him and snarled something in German, letting me know her feelings.
The sausages in Frankfurt were the most memorable of all the food there.
Home movies of my mother and I walking up and down the streets are not the most interesting, but you can get a glimpse of the terrible destruction, even this many years later--and the reconstruction going on at the time. A little piece of history.
You can see these grainy videos better if you enlarge them to full screen in right hand corner of the frame.