After last week’s trip to Eppstein to see the castle, I thought maybe we might want to go to another castle this week. But Bill had other plans. Elton John is going to be playing a concert tonight in Wiesbaden and since we saw him in Stuttgart and have no desire to sit in Staus from Hell again, we decided to avoid the city. Remembering a lovely day we spent in the Rhein-side hamlet of Bacharach, back in 2014, Bill decided we should visit there again. I was game. Bacharach has the distinction of being the very first German town I ever laid eyes on, back in 1997. It’s an adorable place, even if there’s not a lot to it.
On the edge of town.
We didn’t really do a lot in Bacharach other than wander around, take pictures, eat lunch, and have beer at a Biergarten. We were blessed with wonderful weather– much better than what we had when we visited in 2014. I don’t have much to write… but I do have lots of pictures. Feast your eyes on this cute little historic town, located about an hour away from Wiesbaden. It’s nice to be so close!
If castles are your thing, you could do worse than visiting Bacharach or any of the other cute little towns near it, like St. Goar. There are many castles around the area. I caught these photos on the ways in and out of town.
Lots of pretty vineyards, too. Bacharach’s Schloss is now a youth hostel that sits majestically on a hillside overlooking the town.
You can see the hostel in the background. I stayed in a lot of hostels during my 1997 epic train trip through Europe, but I didn’t stay at Bacharach’s. I think I was intimidated by the climb up the hill. Bacharach’s hostel is in the historic Burg Stahleck Castle, which dates back to the 12th century.
When I stayed in Bacharach, I stayed at the Hans Dettmar B&B. I was excited because the room came with a shower and a WC. My standards have changed a lot since 1997, but so has my budget.
Our first order of business was to find something to eat. Bacharach was busy with tourists today, most of whom were sitting outside. We didn’t necessarily want to eat outside, although on a warmer day, it’s nice to be in the open air. I have to balance wanting to be cool and wanting to stay out of the sun. We ended up having lunch at a garlicky smelling place called Pizzeria Pippo
(or Pippo Bistro, depending on what sign you’re reading). Based on the decorations on the walls, I would guess it’s owned by Sicilians.
They had lasagne on the menu that looked tempting, but they weren’t offering it today. I had spaghetti with “Lachs”– salmon and onions. It was okay, though I have had better.
Bill went with the daily special, housemade tagliatelle with tomatoes, herbs, and cream sauce. He seemed to enjoy his dish more than I liked mine.
While we were sitting there, an English speaking group of 7 showed up. They were making special requests. Kudos to the waitress for handling it so well. I think if we go there again, I’ll try a pizza. They have a stone oven and the sizes looked manageable. As it was, I managed about half of my dish, while Bill finished his. We spent 37 euros.
After lunch, we wandered around… toured a church, strolled by the river, and wished we had more time to take a cruise. The breeze coming off of the Rhein was lovely.
Check out those pipes!
This is different. I probably would have kept going to church if we’d had one of these where I used to attend.
Literature lovers will enjoy this…
Another shot of the hostel/castle.
Boat schedule. We’ll have to make a point of coming up and spending more than a couple of hours.
The town itself is super cute. And if you want to buy some wine, you can easily accomplish that.
I would actually love to find a little vacation apartment and come up for a long weekend with the dogs. Bacharach is not that far from Wiesbaden, but it feels like a world away… this is the kind of place we love to visit on weekends. The Black Forest area is chock full of them, but we’re still trying to make discoveries up here in Rheinland.
We stopped at a Biergarten– the Kleines Brauhaus at the Rhein Theater— where we had a memorable afternoon in 2014. We happened to visit on German Father’s Day, and there were many fathers and sons at this Biergarten, getting loaded and singing songs… It was such a special memory for us that we decided to go back.
They had a full house. We had to wait for someone to vacate a table under the carousel canopy. One young lady– looked about seventeen or so– was bravely handling all of the orders. She was remarkably chilled out.
I had a Bacchusweizen Krug. When it arrived, the Germans at the next table looked at me with bemusement. Maybe it’s not very ladylike to order a liter of beer. Maybe it’s not smart, either, since it will get warm if you don’t drink it fast enough. Believe me, I’m up to the task. This beer was a little bitter. I liked Bill’s 1489 Dunkelweizen better.
In the foyer of the theater. I took this same photo in 2014, which you can see on the post I linked at the beginning of this post. I see they’ve added a safety vest.
Someone started up this calliope. Pretty cool!
I do like the Rhein Terrasse. We didn’t make any new friends here this time, like we did in 2014, but it was still a pleasant place to kill an hour or so, before we decided to go home and feed the dogs.
We’re supposed to have similarly beautiful weather tomorrow. Maybe we’ll visit that castle I was thinking about. Or maybe we’ll do something else entirely. I’m just glad we aren’t sitting in traffic.
On the way out…