Category Archives: St.Goar

Circular St. Goar

An early Biedermann heavy frustuk. A glamourous blonde German woman of the later years says: “I hope you jogged,” when I explain where I have walked from. In the wi-fi annex I meet Antonio, an Australian travelling with his wife. … Continue reading

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I’m Not Singing in St. Goar

The first thing that changed things was the dog, a dachshund called Spritz. It is late and after a grandish dinner in a place on Bacharach’s market square, a dark woody restaurant where elderly German Warrrior Queens with unfeasibly large … Continue reading

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