Enough other folk have praised the remarkably well preserved medieval town of Rothenburg ob der Tauber. I don’t have anything more to add re: its beauty, besides that it reminded me a lot of Luxembourg City, though far less cold.
No, what has stuck with me after visiting Rothenburg ob der Tauber isn’t its old buildings, but rather something which happened at its Bahnhof, a 10 minute stroll from the town. For what seemed like that entire trip chum Patrick and I were on, we had been doing our best to avoid atrocious weather. Indeed, the threat of rain in Berchtesgaden made us abandon our plans for a bit of hiking in the Alps in favour of a few days in Nuremburg, a city arguably far more suited to rain and seasonal affective disorder.
Rothenburg ob der Tauber lay about halfway between our starting point of Heidelberg and our goal in Nuremburg, so we decided to stop along the way for an afternoon. After seeing the town we ambled back to the train station, arriving just in time to buy a beer before the weather system we had been doing our best to avoid finally broke. From one moment to another the heavens opened in one of the strongest and most torrential downpours I’ve ever seen.
Thankfully the train platform had a roof, so we sat on two plastic chairs nicked from the nearby Döner Shop and watched the rain as lightning flashed across the sky.