While Nuremberg was almost entirely rebuilt after being destroyed in the Second World War, Regensburg remained largely intact, so most of the buildings in the Old City date back to the Middle Ages, and some even earlier! It’s the oldest city on the Danube.
I started with a visit to the gothic St. Peter’s Cathedral, whose spires dominate the city-scape.
The construction of this cathedral started in the 13th century, and today there are twenty stone-masons working full time to replace deteriorating bricks and keep the structure strong.
Seventy percent of the original windows remain, having been removed and preserved during WWII.
Just north of the cathedral is the North Gate (Porta Praetoria), built in the 2nd century AD and the most significant remnant of the Roman Empire in this region.
There was no mortar used in its construction, and the stones were once completely flush. The gate looks almost cartoonish after having survived nearly 2000 years.
Just a few blocks from the North Gate is the stone bridge, built in the 12th century, which connects the neighbourhoods of Regensburg that are separated by the river. Though undergoing some repairs, it still carries traffic from one side of Regensburg to the other.
Next to the old stone bridge is the Historic Sausage Kitchen of Regensburg, which originally served as a catering kitchen for the workers building the stone bridge.
There is a rivalry between Regensburg and Nuremberg over who has the best sausages.
I had a slight preference for Nuremberg’s version, but the quaint 900-year-old sausage house in Regensburg definitely wins for atmosphere.
Close to the old sausage house is a store dedicated to hand-crafted German goods, including an array of cuckoo clocks, wooden toys, and beer steins.
Next, I spent some time at the Prinzess Café, because I couldn’t resist checking out a chocolate shop that has been in continuous operation since the Middle Ages.
I ordered a 70% chocolate bar and a Mandelhörnchen, which is a chocolate-dipped, horsehoe-shaped pastry filled with almonds and marzipan.
Both made me supremely happy.
After dinner on board, I returned to the quiet streets of Regenburg for a quick visit and enjoyed my last hour in the city with a German Rosé at the lovely Café Lila.
Normally, I pride myself on having a good sense of direction and spatial awareness, but somehow I massively overestimated my ability to navigate the dark, winding streets of this medieval city.
The passenger of stateroom 223 (me) was missing when it came time for the boat to depart, and an announcement went out to the whole ship. Meanwhile, I ran and ran through the streets, found someone to point me in the direction of the Donau (Danube), and finally made it to the ship, welcomed by a very gracious crew. Stateroom 223 here, and I officially (and sheepishly) apologize for the delay.
It wouldn’t have been SO bad to be left behind in Regensburg—there are worse things than living off of marzipan and sausages. I could rent an apartment in an old medieval tower and get myself a cuckoo clock to help me keep track of the time…