Day Trip to Rothenburg ob de Tauber - Oct. 16, 2018

Trash pickup day in Würzburg.



Another day, another train trip, with a change of train along the way. The schedules are set up so you don’t have to wait long for your connection, but you have enough time to easily make the connection.



Rothenburg o d T. is a popular place on the Romantic Road with tourists, many who stay for a night. It was 10 years ago that we one of them, but today we are going back to see two things we really enjoyed.




As always, if you’re not sure which way to go when you reach the train station in these small towns, just follow the crowd.




Linda spied it first as we walked into town. The hotel where we stayed during our previous visit. She’s really good at remembering the places we’ve been before.



Town square. Tour groups everywhere.



Pictures can’t begin to do it justice. It’s the main reason we are here. One of Tilman Riemenschneider’s masterpieces, The Holy Blood Altarpiece.



As long time readers know, we never miss a piece by this master woodcarver. The best part of this visit was that for a number of minutes we were the only ones up behind the organ loft of the church looking at it. Happy Linda.







He could do magic to wood.


It only has gotten better with age.



Back on the street, why is Linda laughing.



The sign above her. She was telling me about the smashed potatoes this place served, or she was until I pointed out that Smashed Potatoes was a band that would be playing here a week from Saturday night.



Our next stop, the crime and punishment museum.



Thumbscrew.



Tongue screw. The purpose was to get you to confess, but wouldn’t be hard to talk with your tongue clamped in this thing?



Neck violin. Quarrelsome women were put into this until they decided to stop and be friends.



How it worked.



There were also single neck violins for woman who scolded their husbands. You’re not going to catch me saying anything else about this, though it seem as if there was some measure of good in the good old days. Smart Bob.



No trip here is complete unless you buy a schneeball.



Think strips of pie crust lightly formed into a ball, baked and coated with powdered sugar (traditional) or all manner of other coatings. We had our traditional schneeball eaten before the train pulled away from the station. Life is good indeed.



Würzburg train station.



This might of been the pigeon that spatter bombed Linda as we sat outside enjoying a glass of Silvaner.



After getting dumped on by a pigeon, there was only one thing to do, go to a restaurant and have some more Silvaner to wash away what just happened. Yes, we really, really like Silvaner.



Pork at last! Schweinhaxe with crusty fat. Talk about something good! Happy Bob.



Linda opted for a salad and dessert.



What Linda thought of her dessert.



What I got of her dessert. Some bread to wipe up the remains. The restaurant is Vier Jahrezeiten, our favorite restaurant in town. We ate here several times on our previous trip. Bob and Linda, enjoying Life than than ever.