The ultimate in romance

Dinkelsbühl

When evening falls slowly over the roofs and bathes them in warm light, the magic of the town unfolds even more than in the hours before. So instead of returning to the hotel, we cry: Let’s go on a second tour! Let’s stroll again through the winding alleyways and across cobbled squares, past innumerable half-timbered houses and the imposing Minster. Another walk along the almost fully intact city walls, with turrets and gatehouses in quick succession; another stroll along the moat or the banks of the River Wörnitz. Very gradually it’s getting dark, but one thing is certain: we’ll go on a third walk tomorrow …