Where's Bertie? He's still at the Stellplatz at Biberach.
Weather: Mainly wall-to-wall sunshine. Hot.
A busier day today. After an early exploration of the roads and industrial estates of Biberach (worst running route of the trip so far), we set out mid-morning to visit the town's museum.
I'd not been able to find out the entrance fee online, but based on the write-up in the tourist brochure we decided that if it was €5 or less, it would be worth a look, and €5 is what it turned out to be. On this occasion (small municipal museum) we hadn't expected any information to be in English, so we weren't disappointed. The lack of reading matter made our visit relatively quick (2 hours or so).
That said, with a floor of art (no big international names here; all artists with ties to the town) split into 18th & 19th century in one room and 20th and 21st century in the other), and with half a floor of taxidermy and preserved insects (plus a few rooms of stuff of lesser interest), there was enough to justify the entrance fee.
To my eye, this wall varied from 'what's the point?' on the left side to 'brilliant!' on the right.
An excellent wooden model of the town
There was no leisure for loitering in town once we had finished at the museum, as within five minutes of arriving it suddenly struck me that we were half an hour away from Bertie's parking ticket expiring and we had forgotten to buy a new one. Adjudging the risk of being caught to be minimal, we didn't rush at the museum, but did make a beeline to put right our omission as soon as we left.
Beeline via a cake shop, that is!
There was still more we wanted to see in town, so straight after lunch we stepped back out into the heat of the day, heading over to the far side of the town to climb up to the park that sits above the remains of the old town wall, with its surviving towers. It's a good view point over the town:
It was up there that the sole of my sandal suffered a leap forward in its slow disconnection from the upper. The heel has been coming adrift since the start of this trip, but as we made our way down the hill, the toe end started flapping. Within the hour I had new shoes...
...which will end 15 years of this ridiculous set of tan lines:
The main thing that waylaid us between the viewpoint and the sports shop was a visit to the church, which, as per the last two we visited, was made ornate by magnificent ceiling paintings:
Building works currently have hoardings closing off the entire altar end of the building, but viewing holes have been inserted into the site entrance.
The reference to 'only for Protestants' and 'only for Catholics' next to two of the holes looks strange, unless you know the history of the church, which (in a very short nutshell) is that in 1531 Biberach became a Protestant town within a Catholic region. Due to the conflict that resulted, in 1548 the church was designated for use by both (different parts of the church allocated to each; services at different times). It is now the oldest dual-religion church in Germany.
We arrived back at Bertie to find the Stellplatz rather busier than yesterday (when there were only four vans here overnight). It must be the weekend!
Weather: Mainly wall-to-wall sunshine. Hot.
A busier day today. After an early exploration of the roads and industrial estates of Biberach (worst running route of the trip so far), we set out mid-morning to visit the town's museum.
I'd not been able to find out the entrance fee online, but based on the write-up in the tourist brochure we decided that if it was €5 or less, it would be worth a look, and €5 is what it turned out to be. On this occasion (small municipal museum) we hadn't expected any information to be in English, so we weren't disappointed. The lack of reading matter made our visit relatively quick (2 hours or so).
That said, with a floor of art (no big international names here; all artists with ties to the town) split into 18th & 19th century in one room and 20th and 21st century in the other), and with half a floor of taxidermy and preserved insects (plus a few rooms of stuff of lesser interest), there was enough to justify the entrance fee.
To my eye, this wall varied from 'what's the point?' on the left side to 'brilliant!' on the right.
An excellent wooden model of the town
There was no leisure for loitering in town once we had finished at the museum, as within five minutes of arriving it suddenly struck me that we were half an hour away from Bertie's parking ticket expiring and we had forgotten to buy a new one. Adjudging the risk of being caught to be minimal, we didn't rush at the museum, but did make a beeline to put right our omission as soon as we left.
Beeline via a cake shop, that is!
There was still more we wanted to see in town, so straight after lunch we stepped back out into the heat of the day, heading over to the far side of the town to climb up to the park that sits above the remains of the old town wall, with its surviving towers. It's a good view point over the town:
It was up there that the sole of my sandal suffered a leap forward in its slow disconnection from the upper. The heel has been coming adrift since the start of this trip, but as we made our way down the hill, the toe end started flapping. Within the hour I had new shoes...
...which will end 15 years of this ridiculous set of tan lines:
The main thing that waylaid us between the viewpoint and the sports shop was a visit to the church, which, as per the last two we visited, was made ornate by magnificent ceiling paintings:
Building works currently have hoardings closing off the entire altar end of the building, but viewing holes have been inserted into the site entrance.
The reference to 'only for Protestants' and 'only for Catholics' next to two of the holes looks strange, unless you know the history of the church, which (in a very short nutshell) is that in 1531 Biberach became a Protestant town within a Catholic region. Due to the conflict that resulted, in 1548 the church was designated for use by both (different parts of the church allocated to each; services at different times). It is now the oldest dual-religion church in Germany.
We arrived back at Bertie to find the Stellplatz rather busier than yesterday (when there were only four vans here overnight). It must be the weekend!
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