I peered at the tram on the bridge. Looks like route 3, no, route 5. Wait, both, route 3 and 5 go over this bridge near where we were moored.
The trams are just so on the wrong side of the road. At this point finally Europe driving on the wrong side of the road got to me, and I was almost too scared to cross the road. I just could not work out which way traffic was going to come.
This is not a tram on the tracks.
We decided to catch the tram back to the boat. As I said earlier, I saw the route 3 and route 5 pass over the bridge where we were moored. A check on a map confirmed this and the single trip tickets were easy to buy from the machine. I politely asked the women who was standing in front of the ticket machine with her stroller to get out of the way while I bought us tram tickets.
And once on the tram, she politely asked us to get out of the way of where the people with strollers stand. The tram travelled quite slowly as the streets were narrow and busy. Amusingly, the automatic stop announcements had been recorded using children's voices.
We travelled one stop further than we needed to to walk back across the bridge and get a good photo of the boat.
Occasionally in Australia we see a con trail from planes, but they are everywhere in Europe and England.
Quite often we saw children being towed behind bikes.
Today's choice was Rothenburg (no idea) and a Christmas museum or the Wurzburg Residence, which we chose. It was built for prince-bishops of the Schonborn family in the often seen in Europe baroque style.
It was a stunning palace. Interior photography was not allowed. Most of the building has been restored after being bombed during the war. This photo, which may or may not be by http://hillspage.homestead.com shows the mirror room. Go to this this link to see some more of the interior.
We were just a bit too early for the roses.
We met back at the entrance and were taken down in to wine cellar for some tasting.
Our local guide is on the right. He was not the most masculine of men (code) and good fun too.
This was a different sort of lock where the river split into two branches
The local youf on the riverbank enjoying the sunshine. There was a lot of public drinking that warm afternoon, but no bother. People never seemed to drink to excess.
A trio called Pitchwork entertained us that evening.