We rose at sparrows' and travelled to Cologne taking the scenic route along the Rhine. Germany is picturesque in places but the prominence of industrial sites prevents it being as pretty as France.
After two and a half hours in the amazing, glowering cathedral (where I briefly forgot that I am an atheist and lit a candle for Maddles), we had a quick coffee.
Then it started to rain. We had a choice between shelling out for a brolly in the colours of the Cologne Fussball (Soccer) Club, or for the same money, visiting a Roman sewer. It was a no brainer: I am travelling with Dr. History after all.
For every shower of rain after that there was a Roman museum to shelter in so I am now the full bottle on the Roman occupation of Germania with a Major in Waste Disposal Systems.
After a couple of glasses of Koelsch, the local beer, a box of noodles and a coffee it was back on the ICE to Frankfurt.
And did I buy any Eau de Cologne? Ja. Fumf bottles. 4711? Ja again. Naturlich.
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