Our group crossed into Germany with no passport stamps and no fuss. We made it to Bacharach, a half-timbered village on the Rhine River where I learned I can’t drink too much water on the bus. Our tour group stayed at the historic Hotel Kranenturm with its castle-like ambience. The hotel was part of the medieval town wall, but it was 15 feet from the train tracks.
Victor Hugo spent some time in the village and wrote about his journeys in his book Le Rhin. Back to our journey… we spent the afternoon in St. Goar and returned to Bacharach with the rest of the day to ourselves. I asked Dad if he was ready to storm another castle by hiking up to Burg Stahleck. I received a firm “no”. Dad was interested in seeing the church, so we checked it out instead. We stopped by a store for trinkets and treasures. Supper was calling so we went to the place Stephanie and Tomas recommended. It looked as if the entire tour group was already there. We enjoyed several dunkels before supper, but the meal was well worth the wait.
Our hotel in Bacharach. We opened the window and, wow, there are the train tracks.
The windows in the stairwell of our hotel had these intriguing circular pieces of glass in all sorts of patterns.
I wanted to check out the church acoustics. I sang a Gregorian chant for my dad in the middle of the church. They're good.
I can’t believe how late the sun sets in this part of the world. I couldn’t stop myself from taking more night photos.