October 14 2022 The weather has become cold and rainy, so we decided to stay in Bacharach today and go out between the periods of rain.

The best breakfasts are German breakfasts, said I.

The best breakfasts are German Breakfasts, said she.

Lovely scenery, not so for the weather.

It is like every little place that can be planted is.

Grapes from a small hole in the sidewalk.

Linda’s idea of the perfect doorknob.

Planters everywhere and nary a plastic flower to found.

The beauty of fall.

A beauty among the fallen leaves. And what a background, it was what makes the Middle Rhine Valley so attractive.

The British call it mudlarking, Linda said she was Rhinelarking..

With water level of the Rhine being low, bit and pieces of history can be found for sharp eyed and agile. And for anyone who has read some of my other blogs over the years, this is absolutely not one of those ‘butt shots” that have gotten me into so much trouble in the past with she who is bent over.

She really liked this one.

Sorry dear, there is no way that is going home with us,

More typical of what she was finding, though this pottery shard was deemed to large and angular to take home. Small well worn pieces with decoration were what she was looking for.

We took the path above the rive going back to Bacharach.

A small creek flowing through the old city wall.

Relaxing on the balcony after our walk with an excellent local Riesling.

In past years we have done the castle touring thing, now we just take photos of the outside from our balcony.

The blog isn’t always that easy to write in more ways than one.

I think every town has a similar church. This one is just up the street from our hotel.

I know enough German that the words krankheit and geschlossen stood out. No wine tasting here today due to being closed because of sickness. So much for a plan to do that today while in town.

Jost is a common surname in Bacarach. This was small restaurant that severed the wines they made. Linda had a riesling while I had this Grauer Burgunder which was excellent.

You can tell Linda liked her Riesling.

Flammkuchen that was as good as it gets, in other words, awesome.

It was a wine he had named after himself, “Niklas”. It is times like this that make travel what it is. What started out as a miserable rainy day ended up being very special.