Days 32 to 34 - Regensburg

 Saturday saw us take a take a sort of hybrid bus/train around Regensburg, and very good it was too. The narrow streets it took us on made it near impossible to take decent photos, however. After that it was another walk around the centre.





In one of the churches was this piece of "art". It was made entirely from pairs of tights, and the shape of the central piece must be by design....mustn't it?


On Sunday I took myself off for a bike ride to Walhalla - or Valhalla as we would spell it. This was built by Ludwig in 1842 and named after the mythical Great Hall in the heavens that was there to welcome heroes that fell in battle. Ludwig made it a place to celebrate any German speaking person that made a significant contribution to Germany.





Set on top of a hill overlooking the Danube, the building itself and the views were excellent. However, being a Sunday, there were long queues to look at the busts and statues inside, so I didn't go in but arranged to cycle there again on Monday with Giles and Linda.

The busts themselves are beautifully sculpted - well at least the old ones were. The modern ones, such as the one for Albert Einstein, were less defined and much less exquisite. Every decade or so the public get the chance to decide if a new bust should be installed.



Schubert

Strauss


Tomorrow we are off to Munich from 5 nights. The campsite is actually on the grounds of Bayern Munich Football Club.



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