The hotel in Würzburg is most pleasant and otherwise just a professional hotel. The evening was spent feeling ill and the night was spent sleeping. It was difficult to concentrate in the morning.
Breakfast was German, and why should it be otherwise, here in Würzburg?
Help the dogs owner by driving her to a person selling a carpet. It is an antique carpet and extraordinarily expensive. It is a collectors item from Tibet. It is a very simple pattern.
She forgets her coat at the owners flat, it is necessary to return and to collect it. The distances are small, this is no trouble.
Walk about the town, it is raining and the town is not presenting itself from its best side.
Slowly a sense of dizziness joins the back pains that have made sitting on low seats difficult during the last few days.
Visit the memorial for Walther von der Vogelweide.
Visit a shop selling old books, so many complete works. There are religious publications and complete works by German poets and thinkers.
After a while understand that things are not going to get better. Go back to the hotel and discover that the key card to the room does not work. Go to the reception and have that fixed. Then go upstairs and sleep for an hour in the comfortable hotel bed.
Awaken and discover that it is seven in the evening.
That is now, and if anything further occurs today I may write about it.
Or else maybe not.
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