Also.

I'm in Heidelberg, in the incessantly romantic old town. And those charming church bells that ring every 15 minutes, just metres from my Romantically Encased sleepyhead? I sure hope they stop at 10 pm.

This is my hotel, built in 1592 or some such nonsense.



Happily, it now boasts fluffy white crisp duvets and lots of hot water.