So it came to pass that the old man and I entered the Middle Rhine gorge and found ourselves at the ancient town of Koblenz on the confluence of the Rhine and Moselle rivers. My intentions are rubbery; unlike Switzerland I haven’t been here before, nor is there a set itinerary such as the recently completed wonderful Bavarian tramp. The basic idea is to explore the sixty-odd kilometre gorge by boat, train or both.
Our lodging is modern and well appointed, with a view of the impressive edifice, Herz-Jesu Kirche (it’s an old, big Church). The pension is situated near the old town and not far from the two aforementioned rivers; we feel upbeat about our next few days and what they will add to our already impressive cache of sightseeing features and historical learning.
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