Taking a dry run in the rain this morning to the bahnhof (train station) so I’ll have no surprises on Friday morning.
It’s a good thing I walked to the station to get an idea of where I should stand to catch the train, because I followed where someone pointed out where to go and it was wrong.
That was Hildegard Willig. I mentioned her before a few pages back. She was heading again to the eye doctor. She showed me her new glasses in a case, and said they weren’t working out for her.
I explained what I was about to do and she pointed to the station. However, when I walked the way she pointed it was to the old station building that now looks like a haunted house.
But it didn’t matter, as time is no problem today, so I just continued on the road and up an old stairway that no longer connects to the bridge to the new bahnhof.
I walked back down the moss and rotting leaf, covered, stairway again and to the road where I had seen Hildegard, and then back down the correct road to the current station.
Isn’t it strange what you can see the second time at a place that you missed the first time?
This time the station looked well used and there was a fleet of taxi’s waiting to pick people up from the arriving trains. Why I didn’t see the station and the taxi’s when I arrived is amazing, but then, we must remember it was in a total white-out that day.
After learning how to navigate my early morning leave taking on Friday, I walked again to town. This time I walked closer to the Rhine River which seemed to be moving faster as the wind was stronger today. Most of the snow that greeted me when I arrived has melted.
Some of what I found today were more brass squares inserted in the sidewalk with the names of Jewish families who were removed from their homes and sent to camps during WWII. I feel sad every time I see one of those, and this time it was a whole family.
I also saw a window on the third floor with a pulley that is used to lift furniture up to the apartment above. You see these more often in Holland.
Also saw a close up of another castle; this one right in town, and some more beautiful old and interesting doors.
I had lunch in a favorite restaurant. It was carrot and ginger soup with fried celery. The celery was stringed and fried. Really good.