I once almost married a boy from Bremen.
Consequently, I visited often: three times in as many years. Long visits, too. Fun little restaurants at the Schlachte and Turkish take-out in the park or outside the Hauptbanhof (that’s the main train station for you non-German-speakers). The science museum and the planetarium. The greenery. Bremerhaven. I never got bored. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to move there.
I do not know, now. If Bremen weren’t as lovely as it is, would I have agreed to my ex-beau’s proposal? We’ll never know.