The Residenz & Train

My apology for not uploading a post recently. I have been dog-tired for the past few days due to too much walking – my friends are visiting London and I volunteer to show them around. Two more days of hard sightseeing and they are off to home, therefore, I will have more energy and time to concentrate on blogging about my mum & daughter road trip! In the meantime, does anyone know how to alleviate very tight sore calf muscles? I never had such tired legs and feet in my life! They are so fatigued and I even have a cramp while I am asleep! UGH!

When we came back to our hotel from supper at Alter Kranen, I asked a receptionist at the hotel if there was any way we could visit the Würzburg Residenz, the most famous building of the city, by public transport. ‘Is there any bus or tram we can use?’ I was worried if it was too far for mum to walk. I certainly didn’t want her to strain her knees.

We saw a tourist train, very similar to the one we rode in Strasbourg, on Schönbornstraße when we were exploring the city centre, and was wondering if we could hitch a ride on it to the Residenz…

The receptionist replied apologetically that the train we mentioned was a tour bus and it would started and finished at the Residenz only.  She assured us that a walk to the place would take only around 10 minutes and the route had no up or down. ‘It is up to you, mum. If you feel ok tomorrow, we will go.’ Mum replied she would decide next morning.

After breakfast, we checked out and headed to the Residenz. ‘I would rather risk my knee than missing the world’s largest fresco.’ , mum reasoned.

Monday morning in Würzburg…

As the receptionist reassured, we arrived at a huge forecourt in front of the Residenz after a leisurely 10 minutes of stroll…

It was a shame that such a grand forecourt was now used as a huge car park. I wonder how spectacular it could have been in its heyday during the 18th century. I tried to recreate the scene in my head – a procession of onate horse drawn carriages coming and going with the clippety-clop of their hooves ringing in the square.

Inside the princely building was breathtakingly grand and opulent. Apart from the world’s largest fresco over the Imperial Hall which miraculously survived the bombing of 1945, all the rooms were decorated in sumptuous Baroque or Rococo style with their signature stucco and gilding.

After finishing the tour of the Residenz, we tried the tourist train…

The train was almost full when we arrive to a bus stop by the southwest end of the forecourt…

While mum sat on the window side, I sat next to an old German man. As the bus pulled out, his wife who sat in another row in front of us started to complain about an audio guide. It sounded like there was no German available from her socket. Unfortunately, our carriage was the last one and there was no intercom as such to communicate with a driver. So guess what this German guy did next? He opened a door and forced the driver to stop the train!

The driver did notice the rear door swung open in his rear mirror so he stopped the train immediately and came over to see what was going on. The old guy explained what was wrong and they tried to resolved it but couldn’t, so the tour resumed…

‘Now, we must set off to our next destination, Rothenburg ob der Tauber!’ We headed back to the car park. At that moment, we didn’t know that the journey would be riddled with troubles…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

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