When we arrived at Salem, the time was already 4 o’clock. ‘So we made it here in 3 hours then.’ Mum and I chatted as we unloaded bags from the car by the entrance of Markgräflich Badischer Gasthof Schwanen, our one-night abode. Hmm, where should I park my car? I scratched my head as the car park was already full and found no staff at the reception…
An wrought iron signpost of the hotel…
Mum posing at the front door…
Is anyone here?
I parked the car temporarily by the entrance, asked mum to stay with the car and went inside to look for a help. After sticking my head in almost every doorway on the ground floor, I managed to find a staff who processed our check-in. He also told me where to park my car and give me a sheet of paper with Wi-Fi password.
Our room was on the second floor and we climbed up their well polished staircase…
Before it was converted to a hotel, this building used to be a part of a local monastery. The history was reflected on their pared-down decor.
The place was very quiet…
Our room…
The furnishing was simple but it was well-tended and clean. As I opened the east-facing windows, slightly humid air rushed into the room.
‘Shall we go down, mum?’
We headed to an adjacent beer garden for a well-earned cold beer and grub…
