The ups and downs of our riverboat's transit through the RMD Canal |
It was only a fanciful thought but somehow when we had reached the high point in the transit we thought it would have been nice for the captain to have announced “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached cruising altitude”, albeit fleetingly.
And then the descent. The next
three locks were the steepest in our Canal transit, each lock lowering the vessel by a massive 80 feet.
In 1992 the RMD Canal opened after 32 years of construction linking the Danube, Main and Rhine rivers,
connecting the Black Sea in Romania with the North Sea in the Netherlands. The
Canal is a small but important link in the 2200 mile waterway, created through a
series of dams, locks and hydroelectric power stations.
Arriving in the port of Nuremberg later that morning, we would not be leaving the RMD Canal
until Bamberg, our next port of call the following day.
Ivy geranium tumbled from window boxes in the charming buildings of Nuremberg castle |
Across from the Albrecht Durer's house, on a street named for him |
The boycotting of Jewish businesses began here and the infamous Nuremberg Laws outlawing German citizenship for Jews enacted.
After World War Two the city was chosen as the site for the war crimes tribunal, the Nuremberg Trials.
With the shadow of that history fixed in our minds we strolled the uneven streets admiring the ivy geraniums that trailed lazily from window boxes perched on window ledges all over the old town.
By some fluke, a Canadian flag falls on Doug |
In the main square a farmers market was in full swing in front of the cathedral - organic farmers and beekeepers displayed their wares, agricultural equipment was on display and of course the beer gardens and sausage stops abounded.
The aromas reminded us we were hungry and while the beer was tempting we thought of Prague. So sorry Germany, but those Czechs really know how to make beer.
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