
That was the train we rode in from Ulm, train No. 10 on this trip. Here are the notes from my notebook, for what they're worth:
Caught the 14:04 from Platform 7 at Ulm bound for Basel. Storks or white egrets in the fields? Goat, hens, horses, hikers. Chris nodded off. Riverside cart roads, rushing streams, locks, log piles, beehives, vineyards.
After checking into our room we refortified ourselves at the Goodways Coffee shop, serving tea and cakes of excellent quality, then walked down to the lake which was choppy from the wind, little waves breaking on the beach.
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Mysterious branches at nightfall by the lake at Radolfzell |
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Off-season view of Radolfzell, with my back to the lake |
This evening we had supper at an Indian restaurant in the Höllturm-Passage below our hotel, tasty but very slow in being served. We waited for more than an hour between our appetisers and our main course at which I lost my temper and complained. The two waiters apologised profusely and gave us complimentary shot glasses of "Mango-Schnapps" at the end of our meal. We needed fresh air after that, so repeated our pre-supper walk round the old town; the rain has stopped now and the moon and stars have come out.
We found out who Radolf (or Radolt) was, by the way. He was a Bishop of Verona who had a "cella" (chapel) built here during the 9th century.
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