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A barn in the Black Forest area |
On our first day aboard the Viking Kvisir, we took a bus
trip to the Black Forest in the morning and a tour of the Colmar World War II
area in the afternoon. All
the Viking
longships are named for Norse gods. Kvasir was born of saliva from Aesir and
Vanir. He traveled around spreading knowledge until he was killed by the dwarfs
Fjalar and Galar. They drained his blood and mixed it with honey to create the
Mead of Poetry. This mead imbues the drinker with the gift of poetry, thus
introducing poetry into the world. I’m not sure that this means our trip will
be one of knowledge-seeking, but it does seem like a good plan since we will be
entering new areas of Europe for both of us. On another note, Dogfish Head
Brewery in Delaware brews a Kvasir which they developed from evidence derived
from a 3500 year old Danish birch bark drinking vessel found in a tomb of a
leather-clad woman who was probably a priestess or dancer. The brew includes
wheat, lingonberries, cranberries, myrica gale, yarrow, honey and birch syrup.
This is something I will have to try.
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An old church in the Forest |
Our visit to the Black Forest did not include a walk in the
forest, something I was looking forward to. Instead we had an hour-long bus
ride to a village on the edge of the forest that consisted of two stores, a
town hall, and a hotel restaurant where Marie Antoinette spent one night on her
way to marry Louis the 16th and eventually lose her head.
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The hotel |
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Remembering Marie Antoinette |
One of the stores is all about glass-blowing and exhibits
some wonderful examples. The store includes a forge and also has a blower
heating glass with a blowtorch before doing the actual blowing. The other store
demonstrates the building of the famous Black Forest cake on the lower floor
while the upper floor is devoted to cuckoo clocks. Cuckoo clocks may or may not
have been invented here, but they have certainly come to be identified with the
region. The front wall of this store is itself a giant cuckoo clock. Inside you
can purchase clocks at almost any price from a few Euros to several thousand. The
intricacy and beauty was enticing, but we limited ourselves to a simple
Christmas tree ornament that doesn’t even keep time.
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The entire wall is a cuckoo clock |
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Closeup of dancers whirling by |
About 200 yards from the village is an old chapel that we
also visited. It sits on the road (path) that used to extend from Austria to
France which explains how Marie Antoinette happened to stop here. You can still
walk parts of the path, but in this area the path has been replaced by the
highway.
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The chapel |
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The old road |
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A road marker |
In the afternoon we chose the World War II tour to the town
of Colmar instead of visiting Colmar’s famous Christmas market. Colmar is where
Audie Murphy won the Medal of Honor at the age of 19.
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Murphy was the most decorated American soldier in WWII |
He single-handedly held
off a German attack for an hour while calling in artillery shots on his own
position. Then while wounded he led the counterattack that won the day for the
Allies. After the war Murphy wrote a memoir titled To Hell and Back which was made into a movie where he played the
title role. Our guide was a young Czech woman who was so passionate about the
story and the role of the Americans in liberating Europe that she was close to
tears as she recited a veteran’s poem.
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Our young guide |
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The road where Murphy held off the Germans |
After visiting the battle site we traveled to a cemetery
atop a nearby hill and then t a small but remarkable museum in another nearby
town. The museum housed in a former wine cellar has only two rooms, but they
are filled with artifacts from the actual battlefields and a dozen or so full
size dioramas showing the soldiers from both armies in the field and in their
camps. After seeing almost nothing in Italy related to either World War I or
II, it was nice to see this monument to Murphy and the museum.
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Nothing special here, but it is a Mustang in a small town in France |
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