The first, and most obvious, stop on our touring agenda was St. Sebald Church. We were supposed to have seen The Beautiful Fountain and St. Lawrence Church while walking from the train station, but those plans went down the toilet.

So, it was just The Water Guy and I- the non-puking pair- who would be first to venture out to the see the sights. And there were many: amazing architecture, cobblestone streets, and yarn. Don’t forget the yarn.

Our destination’s spires could be seen from the front door of our Moose Hotel,



so we made off in that direction; and walked for about 5 minutes. It was that close. Here’s what we saw just inside the massive wooden front doors. I think I misted over a bit; what an incredible welcome to the seeker of a place of solace.



I am a sucker for stained glass, and there was plenty of that, as well as a massive organ (I don’t mean like livers and spleens here), incredible arches, and a general atmosphere of peace and tranquility. A stark contrast to what it might have been like on Jan. 2, 1945, when chaos reigned as the church was nearly destroyed in an Allied bombing raid. In fact, while we were there, the church had a poster series display of the history of the rebuilding of this fantastic structure. I’ll let the pictures tell the story of just what a treat it was to get to visit this incredible piece of architecture, built sometime around these dates:











The organ pipes were especially impressive!!








This little private seating alcove made me highly curious- I felt like Alice standing there- just WHO sat in this caged area??




One thing I stood at for quite some time enjoying was this bronze piece decoated with hundreds of wee little angels each playing or representing something different:





There was no explanation of this interesting piece; we could only surmise that a visitor from Africa had come and left this as a gift?






And as a benediction, I’ll leave you with this one, I’m sure he’d wish you a Magical Day!