Posted on July 15, 2013
This ancient town of considerable fame was where we had booked our least expensive accommodations before we left home. Unfortunately we had failed to note the address so had no clue where it was when we got to the town.(Remember in the future, if you are not hooked to the internet a computer does you little good in searching for things). On the edge of town, we stopped at a business turnout and popped into a convenient carpet store for directions. Despite considerable effort on their part, the several employees were most cheerful and helpful in locating this rather obscure pension, completely on the other side of town, with its long list of one way streets and other obstacles to penetration. We were most pleased to find our way there and to see that it was perched in a fine residential neighborhood of elegant homes from some 100 years ago.
From the street it was a total of 84 stairs upward to our rooms, which was a bit more than the 72 stairs we had climbed for six days in Munich. Over time, we are building up an impressive set of muscles to deal with matters such as these.
As usual, after being greeted at the door by the pension owner, we were immediately shown the breakfast room and were asked after our wishes for coffee or tea, and eggs.
We were then taken to our rooms, in the rarefied air of the third floor, which the Germans call the second floor, so we might discount the number of flights required to lug up our luggage (so appropriately named).
We right away hit the pavement because Goslar was a town well worth walking from end to end, what with its myriad of half-timbered buildings and narrow alleyways.
It was still quite light outside at 9:30 as we returned for dinner in our rooms and an early to bed. We had a fine breakfast to look forward to in elegant surroundings.