The Moseltalbahn and the Rheingaulinie

I lived in Germany for 7 years, and was thrilled when my aunt and uncle took me to revisit the lovely Rheingau.

We strolled by the river in Eltville and then visited a lovely garden at The Burg of Eltville, built in 1329.

Roses were still in bloom.

We passed a lovely wine press.

I forgot how magnificent the churches are, and katholische Pfarrkirche St. Peter und Paul had a lovely blend of modern and old stained glass windows.

This Ölberggruppe aus der Werkstatt von Peter Schro is fascinating.

Fachwerk is everywhere. 

We had a snack and some Riesling at the Brentanohaus, where Goethe was a regular.

Sage advice from the wine growers:

Beautiful grapes.

We dined at Kloster Eberbach, known in Hollywood as the movie setting of the Name of the Rose.

It was a lovely reintegration into Germany.

I rode the train to Stuttgart when it was dark, so I have not much to share from that ride.

The ICE is lovely to ride though.

After Stuttgart and a visit to Luxembourg I got back on the train in Trier, which are future blog posts.

From Trier’s Hauptbahnhof, I passed the St. Paulin Kirche.

Then I was treated to a lovely Mosel valley ride via the Moseltalbahn route.

Wineries abound along the hillsides.

Fall was making its entrance.

Castles dot the landscape along wineries.

The towns along the river are so beautiful.

Mountains and Water are a lovely combination.

In Koblenz I switched over to the Rheingaulinie.

I only caught a glimpse of Koblenz’s fort.

This line travels along the Rhein valley.

The windows were a bit dirty, so getting good shots was harder, especially after sunset.

Oberlahnstein had an intriguing tower by its station.

The towns are so picturesque.

Churches abound.

The sunset was gorgeous.

My camera did me proud.

I passed another castle ruin along the way.

Scope for the imagination.

In Kaub there is this Burg, which reminds me of the many Rhein tales. There is a song about two lovers who couldn’t swim to each other and this castle feels like the setting for it.

Soon I arrived in Wiesbaden, in the dark.

Wiesbaden is home to the largest Cuckoo Clock in the world.

It was filled with cuckoo clocks, of course, and wooden Christmas decor.

My aunt and uncle live near the Neroberg Kapelle.

We listened to the noontime music of the Marktkirche.

More travel pictures will follow, as this was a fun sightseeing trip.