Now that it’s nighttime, I’ll update on some other Rothenburg o. d. T. happenings:

The city’s signature pastry is a big lump of fried shortbread dough called a Schneeball. It’s definitely a medieval creation. I knew I wouldn’t like it, so I passed on this one.

There are also some stores that capitalize on the medieval theme.

At dusk tonight, I went on a tour led by a historical actor who’s been doing the job for decades. He walked through the streets with dignity, despite his audience, and attire. Clad in the manner of a darkly cloaked “night watchman,” he led a massive group of tourists through the town and gave some history that seemed possibly apocryphal but I’m too lazy to look up. Something about his mild-mannered demeanor and German accent made for some funny line deliveries about how nasty it was to live in medieval times.

Now I’d like to do a throwback to my mom’s scrapbook of her own trip to Germany decades ago. The town has six towers, and I was bedeviled by trying to find where she took this photo. So I it’s not the same tower, but I do think this is still meaningful.

Off to Munich tomorrow!