By 6pm the doors were already closed to us. Within would be gems of great minds across 2000 years of germany’s history. Ludwig I had it modelled on the parthenon in athens. His grandson would build the opulent neuschwanstein castle 39 years later. Right now, greece is the sorry cousin at the bottom of the boiling euro pot. The nations play in the euro 2012. Those were the news that floated in my mind that moment.
There were two ways: a langorous ride up the danube, and by road. We’d taken the 15-min drive, skipped the initiation of 358 steps, and wandered its exterior bathed in the sunset rays. The river ebbs, slower here. We took our time.