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to [train?] to [Nuremburg?]. And though it's hard to believe I like [Nuremburg?] even better than Bamberg. The old city is still very much intact, set off by the ancient city wall, with its moat and towers at each corner. In spite of the [?] most "inner city" is again as it was for centuries before, though there are also many buildings built anew, sort of disconnected with the age of the surroundings.
We've wandered all day around the old city, sort of [drinking?] in the spirit. The youth hostel itself is an old Hollenzollein castle several hundred years old, but warm and comfortable. Most of the churches are Protestant (though the surrounding area is Catholic) and tomorrow morning we're going to services at one, which I'll describe in more detail. This afternoon we met an old man who guides American Express Agency tours during the summer. Quite an interesting old fellow - fought in French Foreign Legion, spent 10 years at Dachau (Hitler's worst prison camp), had known Hitler casually [here?] before he was politically powerful, was a translator at the [Nurembourg?] War Crimes trials (Russian translator, knew well a close friend of Mary Anne's who was the American translator). He showed us around to several sports with marvelous side comments on otherwise unnoticed details. He is rich in the history and folk lore of [Nurnburg?] as few others could be, and we were lucky indeed to have him show us around.

It's now 9:45 and almost lights out. Besides I'm near exhaustion from walking and the cold and the fascination of the weekend. So, to be continued tomorrow, early I hope,

All my love,
George