In certain circumstances the gentle sound of raindrops is lovely – like when walking thru a forest before having a coffee in a cosy cafe by a warm fire. It’s slightly different when the rain makes its soft sound on your bike and you. But that’s the way it goes. Yesterday’s unpaved paths became a bit more muddy, but that’s okay as my good old German panniers simply ignored the flicked up mess and the bike’s fenders did their job.
As I move thru different places, I always look at the signs by which towns announce themselves. Apart from the obvious stuff that is included – town name, maybe a twined city as well, they is always an image that promotes what the town elders think is their crowning glory. Normally this is a religious building, a castle maybe, the town hall or something similar. Earlier today it was simply an image of kids splashing in the river.
So far the routes I’ve taken have been well signposted and German signs are very precise, not necessarily accurate, but they are precise. – in fairness the route or path may have changed.
This was an interesting portal. I felt it had better be worthwhile as I’d had to climb a significant hill to get there. It turned out to be part of a 900 metre Monestery built in the 1700. Now it is a centre for Arts and Leisure. At least that’s what I gathered from the information board that showed people doing abstract painting and other people in leotards standing on one leg with their hands held above their heads.
And finally, the most impressive castle yet. It’s Schloss Sigmaringen. Check it out at .Schloss Sigmaringen
