Morning java

Tuesday a.m.... we were up at 8, chowed down on some hotel bkfast, then off for morning java. We found a great little coffee shop along the river, about a 10 minute walk from our hotel (Hotel Bergland, if you want to know). They have this thing called "coffee to go"... ya know, a paper cup with a plastic lid on top. This is a total novelty in Europe... I've never seen it before. But, if you can imagine your local Starbucks with 20 peeps inside, and 15 are smoking Camels, ya know it's not a very fun place to hang for more than 6 minutes, tops. So Dave gets his Americano (that's cuz he's an American), Rosanne ditto - only add some whipped cream and me... cappucino... ahhhhh..
So we walk... down a side street pointed out by Rick Steves. Two pictures follow. Dave & Rosanne under a sign... that sign shows us that a guy named Joseph Mohr wrote "Silent Night" at that house. The second pics shows D & R at the beginning of a street. Notice the gouge in the wall next to Dave. An American GI tried to drive his Sherman tank up that street. He did not make it. Years later, when the owner of the house redid the wall, he just left the markings. Why, you ask, did the GI try to drive a tank up this narrow street? Answer... to get to the brothel up the street. "Life during Wartime". Ciao