Was so glad to escape my tiny village on the Belgian border. The previous "Vatertag" celebration nearly finished me off. It was dead silence 20km all around me, but the only party is happening right next to my hotel room window, with booming stereo and loud people...all the way until 2am. And the hotel staff were acting as if they didn't know this is about to happen. According to my inquiries afterwards, it happens year after year on this specific day and somehow still no warning is given to hotel guests. They were sympathetic, but not apologetic. Guess that is what a small town feels like. Anyway, I showed up sleep deprived in Trier and checked into my (comparatively) big city hotel. The hotel was also fully booked but I had the most peaceful rest ever (nobody waking me up at 6am anymore thank god) I'm seriously contemplating sacrificing rest time and commute everyday from Trier, just so I could wake up whenever I wanted and not be forced to follow somebody else's schedule.
Anyway I digress. After getting some focaccia (?) for breakfast and enough caffeinated, and also doing some much needed Saturday shopping, I started driving towards Burg Eltz after noon, thinking most of the efficient German tourists must have concluded their tours already. Indeed when I arrived, there were more cars leaving the lot than entering. Still, there were way more people than I anticipated. From what Rick Steves shot some years ago, it should be a hidden gem. I feel like the car lot must have been expanded twice already. Anyhow I parked my car and followed a muddy trail to the castle (turns out this was non-scenic longer path that they wanted us to take for some reason, the other shuttle car path was way easier and shorter) The only benches were used by some rowdy teenagers so I decided to just stand this time. I think one of the teenagers wanted to take a look, but I took a step away from him and I think he understood the hint and left me alone. When I was almost done, a man asked me to help take a photo. As I took the phone I realized it is a huge family of close to 20 people. And mostly importantly I have no idea how to take photos for people in German?? Anyway, then I realized that they're in fact Dutch and can, of course, speak perfect English. Crisis resolved.
When I was drawing I could hear the loudspeaker repeating that the wait for castle entry/guided tour is 1 hour. And it seems that you have to actually stand in queue to wait for your turn. Waiting in queue is not my cup of tea, so I just bounced after finishing my painting.
I followed some comments on googlemaps and found myself the supposedly dirt cheap parking lot at Cochem train station that is 3 EUR for the whole day. I was not in a hurry (plus the day is long) so decided to get a bite at the train station restaurant. Man it was hard work trying to impress the grumpy old lady running the restaurant, but I think I managed it with my passable German and nice attitude. In the end, she even (slightly) smiled at me!! But seriously, why is it on the customer to make the effort. A restaurant would be the wrong business if you hate interacting with people!
Anyway, after getting fed, I strolled through the town center. It was pretty crowded, but not suffocating and I found some cute old buildings! (Also the sun came out!) This time a little girl (from an Indian family I think?) also took notice of me, but she came onto me so suddenly that I thought she wanted to sit where I was sitting. So I apologized and quickly moved a few inches away from her. This time the parents didn't try to stop her from bothering me and indeed she was standing a little too close for comfort (and also licking an ice cream??). Anyway, I was glad when the family left...
I was just strolling around and saw a sign up a small hill that says "Auf Eigene Gefahr". It immediately got me interested. After hiking up the small hill I came across this gem of a view. I didn't do it justice, being rubbish at doing overview scenes. It was super peaceful up here and I could sit on a bench and put my feet up! It was heaven! (okay, minus when a little boy rushed by and demanded to be photograph by his mom when he shoots imaginary cannons at the town below)
The next day I left my car parked and headed to the train station to take that rickety old SNCF train I saw during my last trip. Everyone on the platform was waiting for another train to Mannheim and there were at most 3 of us who were taking the slow train to Metz. Anyway, I saw the train driver finish the last of his cigarettes and started our diesel train. The ride to Metzville was a solid 1.5hr, and there were almost no one until when we got to Thionville. It was pretty cool to roll by Perl/Schengen and see the triangle border between Germany, France, and Luxembourg. Okay, technically we just rolled by patches of wild grass and abandoned warehouses, but geographically speaking it is very interesting!
The inside of Metz station was a little underwhelming. Yes it has the honour of being voted France's best looking train station 3 years in a row, but it is also a working station so there wasn't much fanfare, just a lot of people coming and going. You do notice the Roman arches and detailed work on the columns, but only outside were there people taking pictures of it. There were some random young men just loitering/sitting on the benches, so I crossed another street so I could sketch away from viewing eyes.
It's kind of hard to comprehend this is the same river that i saw yesterday, only this time in France. When driving it is always through different road networks. So the fact that these 3 cities are actually connected via a single waterway is kind of mind blowing.
French cuisine definitely lived up to its reputation though. I didn't even try to pick a restaurant. It was kind of late already, so there were only a handful of restaurants that are still open at 2:30pm. I just picked the closest one (that is not even a proper restaurant, just a cocktail bar that serves some food) and had hands down the best meal of my trip. I feel like the best of the German restaurants have at most met my expectation and the food was tasty. But this tiny French restaurant had me sat there wondering what the heck did my tongue just taste. (it was a beet salad with a savory underlayer with green onion, and topped with whipped cream and sliced pear)















