Rothenburg ob der Tauber (Red Castle on the Tauber River) is one of the most authentic walled medieval cities anywhere in Europe. It escaped most of the bombs of WWII due to an American Air Force officer who had spent time in the town long before the war, and due to the German military commander who refused Hitler's orders to fight to the bitter end and instead gave up the town to the Allied invaders. With it's medieval wall completely intact, the old town is a tourists wonderland of museums, churches, shops, restaurants, and cute German houses. We visited the Kriminal Museum, featuring lots of implements of torture and shame, and St. Jacob's Church, featuring a carving of the last supper that is, in wood, the equivalent of what Michelangelo was doing with marble at the same time (around 1500). Then the small groups got some time to complete a scavenger hunt, do some shopping, and just enjoy the warm, sunny day.
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| Saint Jacob, a little taller than Brenden and Grant |
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| St. Jacob, or in English, St. James, and his modern counterpart |
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| One of many streets in Rothenburg |
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| Town hall - left. Town councilors tavern - right. |
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| In front of the Renaissance town hall. One of the more modern buildings in town. |
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| Let the punishment fit the crime. Not sure what the crime was for these guys or the rest of this sorry lot |
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| Not like the furniture in Ikea - chairs of torture in the Kriminal Museum. Wait, maybe they are like the furniture in Ikea. |
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| I was told not to write any cheeky comments under this picture. So I won't. |
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| Various forms of school issued discipline. Fascinating and intriguing. |
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| Exiting the museum, build in 1570 (left side of wall) |
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| Admiring Tillman Reimenschnieder's masterpiece... |
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| The carved high alter piece housing some holy blood |
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| Enjoying the day |
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| Roofers in Germany have really good life insurance. I hope |
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| Who is that man? |
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| My friends and I |
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| The classy crew. |
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| The city at night from the ramparts. |
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| The brave crew who ventured forth into the night for a tour of the ramparts |
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| Chatting on some really old stairs |
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