Read the first post here.
Ulmer Munster was quite something. The instant you get in through those huge doors, you are hit by a serene feeling. The worship hall is huge, you can barely hear a sound of people talking at the other end. The beautiful architecture, wonderful ambiance and a great place to spend some peaceful time with yourself. I was alone and I loved the place.
Let pics do the talking now, though I doubt if it would do justice to this wonderful place…
Talking about getting to the top of this 161.5 meters high structure, it is no small task. I am not extremely fit in terms of physique but say average or just below average. I ended up with trembling knees and aching muscles after my ascend to the top and descend from the top. Around 800 steps to climb, tight and narrow passage, no place to rest in between; climbing up to the top is a challenge.
It was drizzling and by the time I reached at the top, it was windy and cold. Teeth chattering….
Few pics from the top and I had to leave quickly. There is not enough space at the top for two people to stand together. Every one follows a queue, one after the another.
I came down and there is souvenir shop at the bottom. The exit is right there.
Rewind back to the train journey, when the young lady told me about Ulmer Munster. She also took the pain of writing Fischerviertel on a piece of paper and telling me to visit this place also if possible.
Fishermen’s cottage is what Fischerviertel means. Cobbled stones revealed the real beauty of Europe. This was what I wanted to see in Stuttgart. Apart from Ulm and Tubingen, I missed seeing most of the other villages. Fischerviertel is at stone throw distance from the Munster and can be covered by walk. That particular day, it was raining and I had a very hard time walking around with my camera and another bag (which has my passport and my IDP and some other useless stuff). My cam took a good bath that day and still glad to see it is working.
So coming back to this place, it was just beautiful. Why is that you need a proof to believe me!!! OK, here is the proof.
Yes, I’m a Europhile. From my childhood I used to dream of visiting Europe because Europe is exquisite.
I asked a lady walking by for the name of the river. Knowing that I was a tourist, she was kind enough to tell me that the river in this pic is Blau and she is on her way to meet Danube.
Everything ends here at Danube
I put my camera in the bag, it was already wet. I gathered myself and ran back to the railway station. I was late and tired. Eventful day it was, nonetheless. Information center helped with the train number and platform. Boarding the train, I was back at my stay in an hour.