Here's the map.
Yesterday I visited Melk and Krems. The station just off the bottom of the page is Sankt Pölten. It's an important junction. There I changed trains to go to the north.
Selection of photos form Melk and Krems below:
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| Outside Melk Railway Station |
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| Woodland Path leading to the Danube |
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| There were three photos of artists digging holes with bare hands! Perhaps they want to be moles? |
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| Melk Abbey. Umberto Eco's 'Name of the Rose' begins here. |
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| Barwig bear in a public park near the train station |
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| The Golden Star Tavern opened its doors in the middle of the 18th century for the monks of Melk |
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| A traffic free long distance cycle path alongside the Danube. |
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| Flood defences include a pontoon bridge (1935) |
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| A friendly couple on from Israel took my sunny photo! |
The following pictures were taken in Krems:
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| Outside Krems Railway Station |
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| Sign in a shop window |
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| Time for a coffee break |
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| A picture worth a thousand words? |
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| Model trains fro young and old! |
It was an interesting day out to say the least. Tomorrow on the train to Kirchstetten (near St Pölten) to visit two men of literature and letters. No photos but probably a poem and a quote or two along the way.
Good map. I was following you on my Austria map but hadn't thought of you heading back and north from Melk.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your interest. Kirchstetten, the next port of call a 15 minute hop from St Pölten. A few kms on a local line to the south.
ReplyDeleteNow enjoying the photos. The pontoon bridge and the Railway Station building could easily be in Siberia, and the Danube view.
DeleteApart from being so beautiful Gwil it all looks so spotlessly clean.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting that you say that Pat, because when I first came here 20 years ago it was one my first thoughts. I remember it well. I was travelling on a train through the Inn Valley near Innsbruck and I remarked to a passenger sitting next to me how clean the countryside appeared through the train windows. Obviously when the winter fog settles in the Danube valley and the old snow lies dirty on the streets and the chimneys puff out smoke from firewood it's a different story.
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