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On our misty day cruising down the Lower Danube, Jerry took this shot of a lone and ghostly wind turbine on a cliff above us. When we got home and mentioned it to friends from Arizona, they described a semi … Continue reading
Here’s a wicker child from Budapest. (Okay, so it’s not a real kid; I took what I could get): And two kids in Belgrade, advertising the latest fashions for wealthy 19th century waifs. (You can see the Hungarian Magyar … Continue reading
Stumbling stones: In many German towns, we saw these brass plaques set among the cobblestones. These commemorate individual victims of the Nazis who used to live nearby. One tour guide told us the plaques are embedded in the pavement so … Continue reading
With only 24 hours notice, Program Director Michael found accommodations for all of us. We would be leaving the Viking Embla, staying ashore for two nights, and transferring directly to her twin sister, the Aegir. Embla’s entire staff–cooks, servers, bartenders, … Continue reading
From my journal: We didn’t sign up for any optional tours. I would have liked to take the in-depth historical tour of Nuremberg and even more, the Mozart and Strauss concert in Vienna. But we wanted to save some of … Continue reading
Passau, Germany is photogenic in a different way from the half-timbering of other towns. Teenagers this time.
Regensburg, Germany. This is St. Emmeram’s Abbey, a Benedictine monastery founded about 739, with braided vineyards and reflections. It is now a residence and its modern name is Schloss Thurn and Taxis but I like St. Emmeram’s Abbey better. Old … Continue reading