The narrow street, wound its way through the Alstadt. Archaic medieval facades manifested a feeling of nostalgia, a sense of timeless beauty beckoning within one’s heart.
Narrow village paths, lined with archaic facades and vibrant bouquets adorned the medieval walls straddled the river meandering through the picturesque town. Cobble stone streets, castles and cathedrals connected by passageways plunged one into the tales of ones childhood. I stood in a silent reverie; flamboyant characters such as Molière and D’Artagnan suddenly come to life.
It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.