At some point around Heidelberg we went wine tasting and visited a small town, not sure which, but as another of our favorite passengers, a self-described Dan Brown-esque author, commented later that day at lunch, "I don't want to sound like a philistine, but these small medieval towns are all the same: a church, a square around the church, and then a quaint old quarter with small streets. And it's raining, plus I felt so inspired I just had to go to my room and write all morning" Sounding quite philistine, the pudgy author missed out on a lovely two hours, some wine that was better than the stuff the Viking Sun's staff kept filling our glasses with, and very little rain.
