We made our way to Heidelberg after Paris. Meredith's father had been stationed there back in the 1960s, and my father had been there in the 1990s. It's a place that we had planned on going if it was ever possible. Geographically, it's nowhere near Prague, but it's close enough to Paris that we could stop on the way back for a day.
It's a beautiful little university town. We checked into our hotel room and went exploring. There was a market in the main square, which we checked out.
We also checked out the lovely castle, when it started raining.
There's an odd sort of charm about little towns like Heidelberg or Cesky Krumlov or even Pisek, where you can take things as slowly as you want to without feeling like you're missing everything. We tried the Heidelberg Kiss, an infamous chocolate treat.
One of the main reasons we had decided to go to Heidelberg was to try the place called the Red Ox, a bar/restaurant that both of our fathers had enjoyed at entirely different times. We found it almost immediately upon arrival to the town.
It took us forever to find a door inside, and we sat down and it looked quite nice and old. We ate quite a bit. We bought T-shirts. We then realized that this was not the Red Ox. We were next door. Apparently the Rex Ox was closed on Sundays.
Oh well, it was still delicious.
