A little beyond a few distances, a castlelike space came up with the peaceful woods, and there indeed was proved a ruined castle of Barbarossa Frederick I, Holy Roman Emperor! A placid, sapphire pond right in front of the castle, where only ducks and geese quacked and were swimming very peacefully. Outworn external facing of the castle with its also beat-up gate. The place having no visitors to receive except me, in direct opposition to the first look of the city in Main Station. All these points gave me a very warmly and memorable scene, sitting on a bench and simply enjoying the bread rolls from the marketplace as same as German did, The feeling of inconvenience from the fact that there wasn’t no much time left for me to stay were almost put up by it.