During my weekend jaunt to western Germany last year, I made a daytrip from my home base in Cologne out west to Aachen, once the capital of Charlemagne’s short-lived empire and the final resting place of “Charles the Great” himself. Pronounced “AH-khun” [ˈaːxən], the city has been a spa/resort town since Roman times (thanks to its hot springs) and today borders Belgium and the Netherlands.
|Detail of the tiles in the cathedral|
So who was Charlemagne? (and why care about a warlord from the Dark Ages?)(Major #NerdAlert here: If you tend to get that glazed-over look whenever you start reading about history, you can skip down to the next section to get to the good stuff about Aachen, but I’ve tried to make this bio of Charlemagne as brief and as easy-to-read as possible!)
As King of the Franks from 768 to 814 CE, Charlemagne reigned over what now makes up modern France, Germany, the Low Countries, Switzerland, Austria, northern Italy, and northeastern Spain—a vast empire stitched together by endless military campaigns, forced baptisms, and blessings from the Pope. It was the first time these lands had been united politically since the Roman Empire.
Charlemagne at one point established the Marca Hispanica—the Spanish March—as a foray into Moorish Spain. Situated in the far northeastern corner of the peninsula, this defensive frontier primarily served as a buffer between his empire and the lands of al-Andalus to the south, but it also carried the language and culture of a nascent Christian Europe over the Pyrenees Mountains.
|The cathedral aisle’s glittering ceiling|
The first sputterings of the Renaissance came about during Charlemagne’s reign. Called the Carolingian Renaissance, this brief revival foreshadowed the 12th-Century Renaissance as well as the Italian Renaissance that we all know and love. Charlemagne promoted learning in his court and brought in the English scholar Alcuin of York, who prepared an accurate edition of the Bible, helped to standardize liturgy and sermons, and made sure all monasteries sponsored schools.
We also get our lowercase letters from the Carolingian script invented during this time period. This mini-renaissance essentially preserved literacy and prevented ignorance, but nothing much original came from it.
For my term project for this class, I studied the life of Charlemagne and how medieval Europe would have turned out had he died early on in his reign. In my own alt-history, I concluded that much of western and central Europe would have fragmented into smaller, warring lordships; the Caliphate of Córdoba would have crept along the Mediterranean coast into southern France; and Lord only knows if the Renaissance would ever have emerged in Italy—but perhaps it might have in Muslim Spain.
Studying Charlemagne in depth for this course inspired me to one day go on a history nerd pilgrimage to Aachen, where he ruled his numerous domains and where he was buried. I was considering daytripping north to Düsseldorf, Cologne’s rival, or even Beethoven’s hometown of Bonn, to the south, but Aachen ultimately won out.
|View of the cathedral from the town hall|
Highlights of AachenAs far as sightseeing goes in this charming German border town, there’s not much apart from the Charlemagne connection. What little is left of his palatial complex forms the core of the city’s cathedral, Aachener Dom. Charlemagne’s residence has long been lost to the Middle Ages, but the original octagonal cathedral he established here remains.
When you first enter, you’re left simply awe-struck by the sumptuous marble walls, intricate floor tiling, and the golden mosaics that cover the vaulted ceiling. All of these decorations are, sadly, mere Romantic-era reproductions that try to re-create the atmosphere of the original Byzantine-style church that had been lost to the trends of the Baroque—but they do succeed in transporting you back to the 800s, when Charlemagne was trying to construct a “New Rome” far to the north.
|West doors to the cathedral|
If you sign up for a guided tour, you’ll get to go up to the second floor, where you can appreciate some polished stone columns that are purely decorative…but actually Roman originals carried off from the Eternal City up to Aachen. Nearby sits Charlemagne’s throne, an austere chair that places more importance on being made from stone taken from the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem than on comfort. All German kings in the medieval times were crowned on this throne.
|Charlemagne’s throne on the second floor of the cathedral|
Adding to the cathedral’s medieval mystique is the Barbarossa chandelier, a 48-candle behemoth whose lanterns and metal structure represent the walls of the New Jerusalem. Hanging perilously from the ceiling, it reminded me a lot of the eerie ambience I experienced in the pre-Romanesque churches of Asturias in far northern Spain the year before.
|Gothic choir of the cathedral|
|Bust of Charlemagne, Aachen Cathedral Treasury|
Almost getting stranded in Aachen
After checking out Charlemagne’s final resting place, I headed back to the train station to catch my train back to Cologne. However, I learned it was likely Aachen would be my (temporary) resting place for the night, too. Because of the severe storms that had blown through earlier in the morning, fallen trees were blocking all Deutsche Bahn trains in or out of town: the screen showing upcoming departures indicated all trains had been cancelled after 11am. With no international cell service or even free wifi in the station, I began to panic.
With my DB tickets refunded and fresh Thalys ones in my hand, I entered a cherry red car bound for Cologne and breathed a sigh of relief. This had been a daytrip for the history books!
Ever study Charlemagne in school or college? Have you gone on a #NerdAlert pilgrimage of your own before? Tell me about your experiences in the discussion thread below!
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