Shortly thereafter, Jeff and I discussed matters in the post-confessional rose garden.
Foreshadowing?
Various jaunts on a general theme of sightseeing subsequently occurred. Here's the monastery on Michaelsberg hill.
Little Venice along the Regnitz.
The much-reproduced old town hall building is astride the narrow river, which flows on both sides of the structure.
And, a bit of clever detail work, visible to the left in the above photo.
At 6 p.m., we met new arrivals Joe and Kris for dinner and smoky treats at the Schlenkerla tavern (to the right, below).
There we met delectable steak tartare with capers, onions, eggs and anchovies (and later, pork shoulder) washed down with the world's finest smoked lager beer.
More importantly, we met Julius Trum. For an explanation, skip over to my Potable Curmudgeon blog: Schlenkerla's next generation gets an early start.
We ended the session back at Spezial. For some reason, I remember very little about the nightcap.
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