As regular readers will know, I’m documenting our 2012 travels through (snippets) of Europe with our visiting friend “Velvetine” from Singapore.
Here, in my last post from the town of Monschau, Germany, we are slowing walking back towards where the car is parked.We are about half way there when suddenly the heavens open and we are deluged with rain.
Tourists and locals scatter alike and we are forced to sprint up the street and across another large square.
I say “sprint”, but in truth the able-bodied amongst us fended for themselves and raced ahead, and I got to go as fast as crutches would allow at the rear, arriving in the shop doorway they were sheltering in looking like a drowned rat. The doorway was crowded with other tourists taking shelter, but we all squeezed in until the worst of it passed and soon the squall had gone and the sun shone again.
The forced wait had a silver lining though, just as the sun came out we were treated to the sight of an approaching horse-drawn carriage and a bride on her way to be married. We waved and watched with many others emerging back onto the street after the cloudburst, and then continued up the streets to a shop that Himself and the kids had spotted earlier and that had “stuff you just have to come and see!”
The shop in question sold souvineers and knick-knacks, but the all important thing the kids wanted to drag me inside for was the impressive display of toy rubber ducks.
I got a photo of one I might call the “local heart, global soul” ducky, but after much debate the one we bought in the end was a “bicycle duck” that had cycling goggles and was a gift for the young son of good friend’s “The Travelling Two” of the blog of the same name: http://travellingtwo.com/” . The walk back to the car ended up being a bit further than I anticipated, (up the hill near the back of the castle) so Himself sprinted the last bit to the car and brought it back to where I’d gotten up to. Whilst “Velvetine”and I waited for him to arrive we found one final statue to photograph on the roof of some sort of garage or industrial building. A man plays what might be a cello or a bass whilst a lady dances. Now it’s time to head out of town and find somewhere less insanely touristic to spend the night…