Friday, Nov 2nd. I decided at the last minute to take the World War II Tour in Nuremberg. I’m pretty good with history so I didn’t think it would teach me much and it really didn’t. But it certainly did make me feel something. The tour was mostly centered on events leading up to and following the war. Both timelines were emotionally stimulating.
Stood on the Tribune grounds, where the Nazi movement grew and grew. Interestingly , it was deliberately not a target of bombings because the allies didn’t want to incite Nazi radicals. Saw where Hitler rattled on about the injustices done to the master race. Toured the museum, which ironically is within a building constructed by the Nazis. The museum architect, appalled by the location, designed the floors and exhibits to not touch the building’s walls. Ingenious. For anyone without good knowledge of pre-war Germany, do the tour!
Next we went to Room 600 of the Nuremberg Justice Center, where the Nuremberg Trails happened. Every room in the building is numbered, so 600 means nothing. It’s still an active courtroom, so the tour guide was very excited to discover that no trial was in session and could sit us down in the room and give an excellent narrative. We were very lucky to sit in history. I’ve been in Ford’s Theater in Washington D.C. Same emotion.
Had lunch in the Old Town (90% destroyed in WWII.) Their famous bratwurst tastes strangely just like Jimmy Dean sausages. Beer was fine. Market is excellent. The town is so steeped in history it confuses the senses. Ginger cookies are wonderful. Bought Yoriko (a lover of handbags) a chocolate handbag. Bought another apple strudel, this time with raisins, not nuts. Got a free Saturday? Go there.
The long drive and ship swap to Passau (because of low water) was shorter than expected. In growing darkness, the scenery was outstanding. Every time I opened my eyes I was presented with another postcard-perfect village in the distance, complete with a church steeple. It was frankly better than a riverboat experience. The new ship (Embla) is a nearly identical ship to the Lif. A little older. So far the crew is, if possible, better than the Lif. This is so much fun!!
It is very hard to understand, but this is an entrance to an 85 foot rise lock. Wall over ship’s entrance. 
The climb to get out of the lock. 
Looks to be about 3 liters. Maybe more. Serves three or four? 
O.M.G. 
Who cares what kind of beer it is? It’s beer. And good. Free gingerbread cookies too! 
Museum about the rise of Nazism. It attempts to explain how insanity gripped a nation. I’m not sure how successful it was. 
The Tribune for Hitler. The first thing the U.S. Army destroyed when the entered the city was the swastika on the wall. 
Nuremberg courtroom. Justice was served. 
Note the grass. Mower beware! 
The helmet requires an explanation. Battle by touch? 
Restaurant. Scraps go into the river. The adjoining building was a hospital. Just guess what went out their windows.