We dined on gulashsuppe for dinner and split a Rothenburger Schneeballen (snowball) for dessert from a bakery next door. We had heard about these succulent looking pastries, which are unique to Rothenburg odT, and everyone says you “have to try one.” In my opinion, they are very undeserving of all the hype. They are a bland pie crust crumpled into a ball and dusted with powdered sugar or frosted with some flavored sticky-sweet goop. It wasn’t awful, but I don’t see what the big deal is all about. They aren’t that good. I would have been happier with a soft German pretzel.
Same picture of the Plönlein in the morning.
When the candles are lit, the propeller and the wise men spin around. I will spare your the geeky details about why it spins from the rising heat of the candles.
Though our trip was short and sweet and we sat in traffic for several hours on the Autobahn, we are so glad we had the opportunity to go and will probably go to the Christmas markets in the villages closer to home over the next few weekends.