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A Day in Speyer


Saturday, we drove with some other people from our parish to Speyer. We saw the Cathedral, two protestant churches and a Jewish museum. The kids hung in there for the whole thing. Therese walked the entire day without complaint.

Things I did not get pictures of because I was driving:

a chimneysweep on a bicycle in a black top hat and suit, carrying his ladder.

a tiny little car that looked like the one Miss Clavel drove in the movie 'Madeleine'.

Things I did not get pictures of because I was eating:

The traffic that was inches from the back of my chair at the restaurant where we ate lunch.


Things I did photograph:

We started our day with Mass in this little chapel inside the Cathedral.

Therese recognized this picture as one we have at the house.


window inside the chapel

There was a section dedicated to Edith Stein. I would like to go back without kids one time to be able to take more time. I felt a little rushed and even though we had a pamphlet in English, all the signs are in German.



I wish Tony could have heard  this duo of musicians.

the Cathedral

one of the protestant churches, I think Trinity Church


This one is Lutheran. That would be Luther. The statue, not my son.




Jack loved this tour bus we saw and I loved the name, since Tony's first suggestion when we are naming a new baby is always Guido.


A bad traffic accident on the Autobahn brought traffic to an hour long stand-still. Thankfully, we had some audiobooks with us and the kids did get out and walk around a bit too.

We were just getting in our cars to finally get home when the clouds parted and the sunlight came streaming through.



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  1. Jamie JoApril 30, 2014 at 4:14 PM

    Wow...I'm sure in person, these real places are AMAZING!!! (because the pictures are!)

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  2. KarenApril 30, 2014 at 5:19 PM

    Love the pictures and seeing Germany through your talented eyes.

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