Woke up, said goodbye to Mike and Matthew and headed south. At Mike's suggestion we hit up Rothersberg, which is considered "typically German," and one of few, if not the only remaining walled cities.
We walked along the guard's path on the interior of the wall around the city.
...Bob would have been a giant...
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The construction of the walls was crazy. It looked like the structural columns and beams were a mold and the puddy for the wall was squeezed into it, much the way those play-doh games work.
Two roads diverged in a German City...
There's something enchanting about bridges...
Old cities set up a perfect display of layers without introducing an excess of heights and forms.
Time to get on the road to Dachau, then Munich for the rest of the trip!
We walked along the guard's path on the interior of the wall around the city.
...Bob would have been a giant...
Contrast
The construction of the walls was crazy. It looked like the structural columns and beams were a mold and the puddy for the wall was squeezed into it, much the way those play-doh games work.
Two roads diverged in a German City...
There's something enchanting about bridges...
Old cities set up a perfect display of layers without introducing an excess of heights and forms.
Time to get on the road to Dachau, then Munich for the rest of the trip!
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