A fish ladder at one of the locks along the way.
A monkey in our room. It was in a better spot, right in front of us as we opened the door, but the camera couldn't cope with the light from the window behind.
We have arrived in Cologne. It looks quite industrial.
A modern arts performance space. I am sure someone likes it.
Ho hum, another church.
The riverside walk was very nice.
These were explained to us in great detail, but I forget now, except one is an honest farm worker and the other a sly businessman.
Carousing in Cologne.
I vaguely recall the owner of this building had issues with the local authorities, hence the the sculpture on the wall.
Roman ruins being excavated.
Oh, rather an ornate church really.
Wow, this is Cologne Cathedral. It is massive and very ornate pile.
A beautifully preserved Roman floor.
I was photographing the trio in sliver suits. Where did she come from?
There were more obvious gay men in Cologne than any where else during our whole four plus weeks away.
Why are these people queued? It was a line up at a soup kitchen right in the main square. They seemed rather better dressed and older than the people you normally see at such places in Australia.
Is the entrance designed to intimidate you into fear of your powerful god?
What a fine place for lunch, so we did. Given almost all of our meals had been supplied on the board the boat, we did not bother at the prices, which weren't so bad really. I think it was called Cafe Reichard, on the edge of the cathedral square.
A street full of shops as you would find in Australia. There were Clarkes Shoes, H&M and many other stores familiar to us.
Gosh it was busy. There were people everywhere.
We took refuge in a side street and slowly began to make our way down to and then along the river back to the boat.
Yes, trams in Cologne. Big long trams, as the 4/6 Budapest.
This town is crazily busy. People are sitting out eating, drinking, smoking and chatting everywhere.
I was a little alarmed at this place, until I worked out it is probably a black beef steak restaurant.
Is anyone in their home in this city?
The guy standing at the back looked like a rent boi. I would not not have minded, but then I have forgotten what one might do.
I counted at least four trains passing over this bridge at the same time. I would not be surprised to hear there are seven train lines across the bridge.
A lass with her gay boyfriend. No doubt at all. I could hear his voice, even if I couldn't understand what he was saying.
I bought four things while we were on holiday. A fridge magnet of a really ugly diesel train, but hey, it was a fund raiser for the Children's Railway in Budapest. A scarf in Wursberg. A map of the rivers travelled on the boat, and for some reason, I felt compelled to buy some 4711 cologne. I could smell it. It smelt of my grandmother. But what to do with it once I was home? I ended up giving it to Mother, and she loved it. Pure Design contained a cat brooch that R's sister gave us to give to Mother.
Cologne was a most amazing city, full of life and diversity. I expect there is a very large university in Cologne.