Not the Worst Wurst

1/10/18

We went back into Old Town to have a look without the Sunday crowds. We saw someone pretending to be a gold statue and we went to Einstein Kaffee (in the hopes that it’d make us smarter). I had a fabulous chocolate brownie, and Mum and Dad sponge cake. We also found that the best European coffee was in Germany. We strolled around a couple shops and had a look around the city centre. For dinner, we went to Bombay Lounge where I had butter chicken (what else?) and a mango lassi (again, what else?), and Mum and Dad took a crack at the buffet.

2/10/18

We caught a slow train from Frankfurt to Würzburg. It was a little drizzly there so the market wasn’t too busy. We had lunch at a traditional German cafe called Sternbäck. Mum had currywurst with chips, Dad had 3 wursts with sauerkraut, and I had weißwurst with a breakfast pretzel. What I didn’t know when ordering was that my meal came with a very large glass of beer. Luckily, Dad was with us. I had a taste, though, but it wasn’t my taste.

We found our way to Würzburg Residenz. It was built very ornately from 1720 to 1744 for the Prince-bishops of Würtzburg. During 1945, the WW2 Allies bombed the palace. The Germans were prepared, however, and had taken all the furniture away. The bombing created a fire on the roof, but it didn’t damage the incredibly decorative ceilings. The mirror room was destroyed, though, but restoration was completed in 1987. It’s very over-the-top with painted mirrors on the walls and the ceiling. Above the staircase is the largest unsupported ceiling in the world. There were doubts that it’d last, but it lasted through the bombing raids.

We stopped for a café break for probably the best cappuccino on the trip. Then we got the 6:30 pm train back to Frankfurt. We got back at 8:30 (the driver was a bit behind at times, but they made it up)