Our landlord Albert takes a while to remember to be nice and this morning was the same pattern. I asked for towels only and not to clean the room. Once again he seemed to be unhappy because I wanted to do him, his cleaning person and the planet a favour. He looked querulous as I asked him if I could get anything for him, like I thought he possibly needed a coffee and after taking time to work out what I’d been drinking said ‘no thanks’ while hurrying off to see the cleaner.

We did our walk fully inside the city boundary today, it is the longest park I have seen. All up the walk from the city and back included was well over twenty. A beautiful walk as well as we followed a recent theme: following rivers. The town lies on the convergence of the Alpine rivers Lech and Wertach and the Singold. The result meanders in and out of the park for over five kms past a big kids’ playground with sand used to keep the medical bills low. Next is a cafe at steep prices but very popular, it’s a fair walk. We passed a small kids’ playground also with a sand landing. Unlike other parks we’ve seen it was very bushy, trails seemed to be meandering in every direction collecting tree loads of leaves from the dark forest canopy. 

Later in the day a walk through the old town had a similar main street to the best street in Germany’s Donauworth but so much bigger. It’s another tram city;  its rail lines make it easy to navigate yourself around town and such a great way to get around town. We did not see the UNESCO waterworks ‘am Roten Tor’ or the impressive frescos or the oldest glass painting cycle in the world. We walked past the birth place of Mozart’s dad Leopold and St Anna’s statue, then spent the evening looking for the fuggerie. These are houses still remaining from the 16th century, homes for the needy, the worlds oldest public housing still in use – worth a google!

The photo of Corrie coming out of an enclosure of sorts is a refugee haven. We saw about twenty in this vacant block in the main platz. A salubrious address but not a salubrious way of life. In a whole different world we leave by train to Peiting, hoping for a fine day on Sunday to climb a mountain as we enter the foothills of the Alps.