Entered the fairytale section of the Rhein valley
with the vines on the E side
and barely visible, a string of rocks to be avoided.
How's this for an island escape ?
Met a Brit, Alan, cycling S to Rome, at a roadside cafe. We chatted over a late lunch of bratwurst.
Stopped for the night with a view of the Loreley, the 120m high rock in the narrowest part of the gorge.
From here the Rhein maidens lured their victims onto the rocks.
Didn't spot any.
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