This is a may pole and on the eve young men sleep at the maypole to protect it from being chopped down by marauding lads from nearby villages. Of course much beer and sausage are consumed by the lads. One wonders how other village poles get cut down if everyone is busy protecting their own.
They can't be seen here, but many houses had tiny little windows for peeking down the street to see who was about.
I assume that is also Durnstein on the other side of the river.
Old baths, with another use now. You can glimpse the ruins of a castle on the hill behind.
After the completion of the walking tour, it was time for some wine tasting. The host was an interesting bon vivant from England. He is a jack of all trades in the town, and grows grapes. One of the most interesting things he said is that locally produced wine is highly sought after in Austria, and there is little to sell elsewhere. A winery is allowed to open for six weeks a year to the public and to serve food, and so with only 14 hectares of grape vines, a grower can make a living. There was also a couple of shots of schnapps served. One was sweet and not so nice, but the other, well, it did not burn, it was smooth, and tasted ok but without much flavour, and simple took your breath away. I have never had anything like it. Think, 'Phwoar........that was nice, I think'.
R and I walked back to the boat via an inland route.
Looking back at historic Durnstein.
The boat left Durnstein and travelled a short distance to Melk through the Wachau Valley, passing many ruined and many maintained castles. Our Cruise Director gave us a running commentary in public areas and if you tuned the room tv to the boat's bow camera.
This is Melk Abbey.
Good to see some modern public art, even if I don't get it.
It is a very impressive building.
It is full of beautiful things in rooms off this very long passage.
There is also a library with very old and historical books.
Our boat is moored just to the left at the mouth of this canal. We chose to walk back down and it was a decent hike. We crossed the visible iron bridge, which had a lifting mechanism.
Through the town of Melk.
An imposing position.
Caravan parks stretch right along the Danube and other rivers we travelled in. The ones in Germany were generally very busy.
After the daily briefing about tomorrow and dinner, there was a performer on board for an hour or so. Evening performers generally got on and off at locks.