We road tripped from Milan to Germany via Switzerland, then from Germany to Austria, and back down to Milan through the Dolomites / South Tyrolia. There’ve been so many jaw dropping sights, but this one was captured on iPhone on the drive from Bavaria to Innsbruck.
The Ulmer Rathaus (City Hall) has always had a massive, astrological clock. It tells time, month, and sign of the zodiac. But legend has it that the town added a conventional clock above it because citizens didn’t know how to read the astrological one. 🤣
Neuschwanstein Castle is most famous for being the inspiration for the famous Disney castle. I hadn’t visited since I was a child. While it’s closed this time of year, and the sun doesn’t hit it until later in the afternoon, we wanted to see it. Even in the mountains’ blue shadow, it stood majestically over Bavaria.
The old Fischerviertel, or Fisherman’s Quarter, in Ulm, Germany. Most of the houses date back to the 1500s.
Into the fog...
The Shiefes Haus (“Crooked House”) is the most crooked hotel in the world. And it’s in my family’s hometown.
It actually took 500+ years to finish. It’s the largest in Italy.
The Galeria at twilight. Was bummed to see a Burger King in the Galeria, but happy to see it somehow retains its grandeur.
Il Duomo, on a rainy night.
Just north of the Historic City Center sits Brera, a Boho-turned-design district that’s full of gorgeous architecture and cute shops, ripe for a stroll.
If just for the library, worth the trip. A lesser-known art museum in a city that boasts many, it holds classes, shows you restoration methodology, and entrance is free to boot. :)
The architecture in the Barrio Alto is just so lovely. Old buildings, colorful, though the paint's often chipped and worn. But even white buildings are peppered with color - whether it's a colorful door, colorful shutters, or colorful clothing drying in the sun and light breeze.
Having a little cerveja before dinner at this cool little artist market called the LX Factory, under the Ponte 25 de Abril bridge.
This place is a dream for anyone who loved Belle growing up.
Lisbon's waterfront is dotted with beautifully colored buildings like this one. A simple admin building for the marina is transformed when color is added. Just behind this is a Street called Cais do Sodre, the old red light district turned hipster haven.
Lisbon's famous trams, which wind through the charming old streets of the Barrio Alto to help you up those steep hills.
Looking up in Lisbon.
Day 5, of 5. This was the last picture I took on the Landmannelauger Hike, with extension to Skogafoss. This is still a handful of kms from Skogafoss, but when I'd arrive I was too tired to take any photos. Here my clothing was damp - it had stopped raining so badly but a constant drizzle kept our clothes soaking and cold. Once we exited the snowcap the terrain changes entirely - lush greens, wildlife reappeared, and water flowed. We had walked from what felt like Mars to Pandora in a single day's time. The last day was treacherous and trying, but these views made it difficult to stay downtrodden too long. Though I'm not likely to put myself through this hike again, I'm so glad I did it once.
Day 5. This was taken at the most grueling moment of the day. Maybe about 1pm, still a km away from the safety hut. In these horrendous conditions - sleet/rain/hail, shivering cold and soaked to the bone, hiking boots drenched so each step squished in a pool of cold water in your socks - it took us about an hour to walk a single kilometer. Visibility was so poor we could not see the trail markers ahead of us. Winds howled so loudly we couldn't hear each other. We had to walk slowly, measured, in each other's footsteps so as not to lose each other. After a few close calls, a single picture, and the feeling that your extremities are so close they're beginning to warm, we finally got to the safety hut, where we warmed our bodies for an hour.