
This village had big plans for 2020, they wanted to celebrate their 1225th birthday. And then … well, we all know what happened then. The poster said: We’ll have the party as soon as possible. So far, I haven’t heard anything yet …
Rhein and Mosel: two streams that each has travelled through major wine growing country before they meet here, at the “Deutsche Eck”, the German corner, in Koblenz.
I was up in a cable car and against the sun so my pictures don’t show the amazing spectacle that the blue-greyish water of the Rhein conflates with the brownish water of the Mosel (probably due to bad weather further to the west).
“Gulch” must have been one of the first words I learned in English (I probably pronounced it “goolsh” and had no idea what it meant). It came up quite often as a place name in one of my favourite cartoons.
The Daltons – the arch enemies of Lucky Luke – tried their luck in Killer Gulch, in Paradise Gulch, in Bottleneck Gulch, in Tortilla Gulch, and others.
If I remember correctly, Lucky Luke has grown up in Nothing Gulch.


Now I know that cattail really means something else, and this is rather a cat’s tail, but how could I not?
When I last visited the sculpture of Reineke Fuchs, he had ears. A bit large for fox ears but definitely ears. A local guide told us that the ears had been ripped off a number of times and everytime they were fixed they were a bit bigger than before.
This photo is from yesterday. It’s apparent that ear breakers have been at it again. For the life of me, I don’t know what motivates somebody to such vandalism.