Around Stuttgart

Stuttgart is where I was born.  Specifically, it was on the second floor of the inn 'Neuwirtshaus' in the suburb of Stammheim.  As I write this blog, I am sitting in the upper floor of the hotel Neuwirtshaus in the north-west suburb of Stuttgart.  Now, it is not the same Neuwirtshaus where I was born.  That one burned and was eventually demolished, but the new hotel was built in the same style on the same location.  There actually has been an inn here since the 15th Century.

So today, Ian and I was treated to a city tour by my cousins Franz and Johanna, accompanied by Franz's wife, Inge.  It was supposed to be on the hop-on-hop-off bus, but, thanks to a planned "Friday Future' demonstration downtown, the bus was cancelled for today.  Instead we walked and rode the transit system all around the area.  We saw the Christmas Market, but didn't investigate as we are doing many Christmas markets next week.  Instead we strolled though the palace place, visited a church with gorgeous modern windows, ambled through the market,  took a tram up to the communications tower up on the hill overlooking the city (no pictures as it was raining and foggy), took a geared tram ride back into town, walked through the spectacular modern library and enjoyed dinner at a sports restaurant -- sorry, no TVs and multiple games, this restaurant is beside a soccerfield.  The wearers of Fitbits couldn't decided whether we had walked 9 km or 12 km, but it was lots.  A very good day!