Nuremberg in search of those itty-bitty sausages

Awesome food! My whole reason to visit Nuremberg was their specialty Nuremberg Sausages. They are small, no more than 9 cm or 3-1/2 inches long, and no more than 25 g or 0.9 ounces. Maybe it's the mace or the marjoram, but they are as delicious as they come. I guess I was too busy eating them to take a picture!

We walked around the old town and up to the castle. 

The lovely fountain Schöner Brunnen is one of the main attractions of Nuremberg's historical mile. If you turn the ring on the fence, you get luck. So we did that!

We ignored all the Holocaust stuff in favor of ... the Car Museum!

This was heaven for Neal with 95 autos. There were 100 motorcycles, typewriters, telephones, a kitchen, radios, and walking through my childhood memories. Anyone else take typing in high school?

Before getting as far as Nuremberg, we stopped at Plzen for Pilsen beer 

and at Domazlice, one of several cities with plaques like this:

We crossed the border between Czechia and Germany at Eslarn, where my great-grandfather was born. His name was Johann B. Eichhorn. We searched a graveyard and found no Eichhorns. I looked through the phone book. No Eichhorns. Maybe they all left the area, probably heading for the US in the 1800s. But Neal and Danny had a nice day bicycling through the Bavarian Forest and visiting the little villages. 

We had a really delicious dinner in Eslarn!