We spent our last two days in Regensburg, an ancient and beautiful small city on the Danube. It's center is a two-spired cathedral, in beautiful pale stone.
The river looks deceptively calm here. By the time we left it was flooding its banks in a 130-year flood. The guys loved it, of course.
Lunch at the Historic Wurst Kitchen. There are no choices here, except for drinks (see the tart rhubarb spritzer above). You're going to have grilled bratwurst, and sauerkraut, and a basket of rye rolls. Period.
Shopping here was fascinating. So many tiny stores, where things are made on the premises. We loved the brushmaker's. A glance into the back room showed us a row of horses' tails hanging from the ceiling. Daisy begged for (and got) a scrub brush that will appear on her birthday. Bella bought a hogs'-bristle clothes brush.
Giles and Felix are considering going old school with the shaving.
Another yarn shop. Clara has promised Daisy a summer shrug and beret in cotton.
One of our last outings was to the Composer's mother's grave. Cemetaries in Germany are set up to make it easy to keep the graves beautiful. Flower shops at the front gate, tools you can borrow, vending machines that dispense candles.
We picked up some pruners and did a lot of trimming and cutting away, planting and watering. There are cisterns filled with rainwater, and watering cans to borrow.
And then we came home.