Night in a Former Brewery
Posted on July 9, 2013
Oh, the bats. All night we felt the swish of furry bat wings around or foreheads. But by morning we were still there, with all our blood coursing through our pulsing veins.
Some weeks ago I envisioned that this would be the case, but it turned out to be swallows that swished about instead of vampire bats, not known in these parts.
Aalen turned out to be a spot for rest, to digest what we’ve been doing and to recharge for the next busy leg of our trip. Our room was quite nicely appointed, as it turned out.
We were lucky to have access to the terrace from our second floor room, where we took dinners from our shopping bags.
Because of the name of our hotel, I began to look for round things on our walks, coming up with things like these:
Not to say that we didn’t spend most of the time walking here, there and yon.
We got to the gates of the fine museum of Roman antiquities but failed to muster the strength to enter the full exhibit, just nibbled at the teasers in the lobby and peek over the fence at the extensive excavations of Rome’s largest cavalry unit north of the Alps, back in about 200AD.
Right next to the Roman museum was the city cemetery where we decided to cool our heals.
Then we strolled around randomly.
Then the time came to leave town for points north.