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Gothmund is a fishing village on the Trave between Lübeck and Travemünde near the Herrentunnel. Today, the area along with the the districts Karlshof and Israelsdorf, belongs to the St. Gertrud district of Lübeck. In Varendorf’s map of 1796 the town was called „Goodmund“.
The fishermen of Gothmund are first mentioned in 1502 in a log of Lübeck council.
The settlement was originally used as an intermediate station for the fishermen coming of the Baltic Sea back to the Lübeck ports at the Trave river. The natural harbour is separated by a belt of reeds by the Trave. Initially, only simple huts (refuges) for short term were built. Regular houses were erected later.
The thatched fishermen houses can now be viewed from a walkway that leads through the estate. The houses Fischerweg 10 to 18 are listed. The settlement itself is car free. Immediately west of the village begins the conservation area Schellbruch.
Gothmund can be easily reached by car as well as by bicycle coming either from Lübeck or from Travemünde.
[based upon the Gothmund article on de.wikipedia.org]
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