The cloudy skies of yesterday persist as we approach Würzburg in the morning fog. More locks last night. I know for sure as there was one pretty good bump as the captain must have steered a bit too close. Not sure how they do as well as they do. Anyway, it was fun to sail through the night with the curtains open to see what can be seen.
Hubby's legs are needing a day off from walking. I will go on today's walking tour with D and her friend, Marygail. Hubs and I go to breakfast while the ship is still sailing toward Würzburg. Richard, the morning chef, cooks the usual 2 eggs over easy for Hubby. The eggs have the most beautiful, deep gold yolks. I forgot to mention that on Easter Sunday there were Easter eggs everywhere. Some were chocolate while others were brightly colored boiled eggs.
And then there were rabbits, Chocolate rabbits. Some of the folks we met from Michigan and us decided they were multiplying.... That's what rabbits do. BTW the vase is from Keukenhof and has been crying for flowers. Have not had a chance to stop at any of the markets so far.
The call comes over the speaker to begin boarding the buses for transfer to the Bishops' Residenz and a Walking Tour of the city. It is 9:30 AM. And we are off and running. Well, actually sitting on a bus driving through a city. So much to see that it is difficult to get the best photos. So I settle for blurry with window reflections cause I want to record everything possible. I can always google the names of things the lady with the accent is saying. Blah, blah church, fortress, lions on a bridge? I could only get a lion's rear and not the lion bridge.
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| Lion on the Ludwig Bridge. |
A couple more glimpses of the fortress and then we arrive at the morning's focus.
Interior photos were not allowed. The interior was stunning. A bishop wanted a place to rival Versailles. With a big inheritance he started his dream. He died and his replacement completed the project. For perspective of the composite photo, the main opening is behind the statue. It is large enough for carriages to enter. Would not want a guest to get wet after all! The stories of the way the original bishops would manipulate kings was not news. But this particular diocese managed to be declared Prince Bishops. How? Well, simple. Did the what the king needed, performed the marriage to a 13 year old girl. That is what the guide said so it must be true.
An aside, Würzburg as with many of German towns and cities we visited were destroyed by 80 to 96%. This particular palace was saved by the leader of
the Monuments Men, John Skilton. There is a nice exhibition in his honor in the Palace. The next room is the souvenir shop. I spend a little on post cards and a book to be able to share the interior with Hubby. Then it was time to gather my backpack from the storage area and head for the tour bus. I felt like Cinderella after the horses had all turned back to mice. But I knew my Prince Charming was already mine, just lounging around back on the ship.
We road the short distance to the old part of town and de-bussed. Is that a word? We walked around the outside of a group of churches and entered a courtyard of sorts. There we find sculptures that are surprisingly modern.
Now I really do appreciate all the wonderful architecture and art pieces. The stories of what, when and how certain churches, chapels and cathedrals were built is very interesting. My brain is full.
Apparently the tour is a little ahead of schedule so the guide takes us to an area of open air markets. I spy flowers. Tulips for 5 euro. I can still hear the guide so that means she is within 150 feet. I select the bouquet, pay and am back with the group before anyone even misses me. And on a leg that is 9 weeks out from surgery with cobblestones for sidewalks.
Then the group has one last thing to do, walk to the middle of the Old Main Bridge. The tradition is to have a glass of wine while standing in the middle of the bridge. I forgo the wine and just snap a few shots. Then it is to the meeting point to board the tour bus to return to the ship.
The ship sets off for the next docking. We pass under a very low bridge then sail past several of the sights we visited on the walking tour.
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| Trailer park, Romo style |
Before I go on deck to get photos of the passing lives I take a few minutes to arrange the tulips in that vase that has been begging for flowers. I even add the postcards to the ledge so Hubby can enjoy the sights I have seen. Later we go to bed with the smell of fresh tulips in the air. And one less chocolate bunny.
Hubby's legs are needing a day off from walking. I will go on today's walking tour with D and her friend, Marygail. Hubs and I go to breakfast while the ship is still sailing toward Würzburg. Richard, the morning chef, cooks the usual 2 eggs over easy for Hubby. The eggs have the most beautiful, deep gold yolks. I forgot to mention that on Easter Sunday there were Easter eggs everywhere. Some were chocolate while others were brightly colored boiled eggs. 
We road the short distance to the old part of town and de-bussed. Is that a word? We walked around the outside of a group of churches and entered a courtyard of sorts. There we find sculptures that are surprisingly modern.
Apparently the tour is a little ahead of schedule so the guide takes us to an area of open air markets. I spy flowers. Tulips for 5 euro. I can still hear the guide so that means she is within 150 feet. I select the bouquet, pay and am back with the group before anyone even misses me. And on a leg that is 9 weeks out from surgery with cobblestones for sidewalks.
Then the group has one last thing to do, walk to the middle of the Old Main Bridge. The tradition is to have a glass of wine while standing in the middle of the bridge. I forgo the wine and just snap a few shots. Then it is to the meeting point to board the tour bus to return to the ship.
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