… a few more steps and Weißenkirchen church jumps into view and the whole market appears before us.

As we wander on, the street gently slopes down, the village with its uncountable grey shingle rooves sinks again behind vineyard walls and the tips of the vines; the only thing left to see of the village ist he church, making it even more vivid and picturesque.

Our little street sinks as it winds between the vineyard walls, where here and there squash tendrils and all sorts of wild shoots hang down.

Finally, like stepping through a gateway from the open country side we arrive at the sunwhite row of houses which leads us into  the market place.

From: Hermine Cloeter – Donauromantik

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