Next night in Strasbourg, another great old town but a little seedier. Another day or so and the storybook part of the river began to appear. From here on the bikeway was never a problem and usually on both sides of the river. I looked up at one point and saw die Pfaltz, the castle in the middle of the river, which occasioned a perfect orgy of picture taking. Flashing on the side here here you can see the bikeway and some of the places it passes, die Lorelei where the maidens sing you to your death, die Pfaltz where you can fish out the window, die Katz eyeing der Mausturm a little downriver and a car my bike fell in love with in K�ln. The white bikes in Koblenz are for the taking. Just put in a Euro to release a pin on the bike and ride away. When you come back, or come to some other location push the pin back in and retrieve your Euro. How civilized.

Took the obligatiory picture of myself in front of the restored monument at the Deutches Eck in Koblenz where the Rhein and Mosel join. This is where my father almost died in World War One. Not from combat, just by taking a dare to swim the Mosel when he couldn't really swim. A German fisherman pulled him out and because of that you are reading this now. Passed the Remagen Bridge which the Nazis had somehow left standing for the Allies to cross and rolled into K�ln. My favorite fountain needed cleaning but the cathedral was a stupendous as ever. Decided at this point to train back to Koblenz and follow the Mosel over to Luxembourg and thence to the North Sea and Calais. But that's another story....