Cochem

 Today I was a tourist. 

No, it's not a Kermit tribute. It's a lion with a visor, obviously. 

I cycled into town, had a massive sandwich and mooched round the shops. 

Then I caught the bus (get me, 2 buses in one trip, quite the expert now) and visited the castle. 

I took the obligatory English language tour with a delightful guide who mangled the translations wonderfully. 'You're welcome' sprinkled throughout the tour,  suspicious instead of superstitious, flowers planted in the shape of the town 'weapons' which I eventually understood as coat of arms.  It was like being shown around by a small enthusiastic crossword clue. 

The castle itself was very pretty rebuilt as it was in the 19th Century by a steel merchant. It had a whimsical filmic quality about it. 

I walked back down the hill, retrieved my bike and headed off to search out something for tea.