A view from the bridge with the fortress in the background.
Würzburg: another word I have such trouble pronouncing. When I say I went there, I automatically get the puzzled look from Germans trying to understand my pronunciation.
Würzburg was another town that was bombed heavily during the war. So dad and I spent a lot of time asking, “Is this original? Or has it been reconstructed?” (By the way, we were asking each other, so obviously, we still don’t know the answer).
There was a medieval flair to Würzburg, with the impending fortress in the background whenever we turned a corner.
Against Rick Steves’ advice, dad and I decided to climb up to the fortress. I’m so glad we did! The views from the top were stunning, and it felt like we were in a completely different town.
We also visited the UNESCO World Heritage Residenz, a stunning Baroque palace from the 1700s. It was almost completely destroyed in WWII and was reconstructed from 1945 to 1987.
Würzburg was a cute city, but I think I liked the small town of Kronberg better (part 2 to come)…
Not to be overlooked by the bigger towns, the locals were having their own festival on the Old Bridge. They crammed in tables and chairs, a smoked fish vendor, and oompah band.