The chairlift puts you in Assmannshausen, another impossibly cute little town. The main street starts here, it's called Höllengasse, or "Hell Street". There were a lot of little signs alluding to this.
This was my favorite pair of decorative panels that I saw in the town.
This town got me thinking about how pretty much every small town we drove through in Germany (and I feel it's similar in Italy) has some charm and some inns. in the US, sure, OK, along the East Coast, there's something like this going on, but on the whole, many small towns have places to crash in them but not much else. I am a crazy? Or do you think this is true, too? Esther pointed out that Europeans have more vacation time, which leads to more call for places to just go. Not every vacation has to be a "trip", but just leaving town to see some countryside and drink some wine is enough, leading to their being a lot of small towns stuffed with charm and bed and breakfasts.
After exploring the town, we got on the ferry to head back to Rüdesheim proper. Esther and I grabbed chairs up on the front deck, and enjoyed the sights. This little yellow "castle" is on a small island, I think it must have been a lighthouse in days past.
We split up into smaller groups, some to head home, and me, Esther, and her mother-in-law heading into the town's Drosselgasse.
The Drosselgasse is the town's old cute street. This one was full of hotels, wine-bars, and restaurants. When we first arrived it was totally packed, but around sunset it quieted down. (Except for us, of course!)
We had dinner at the garden restaurant of Rüdesheimer Schloss. The hostesses were all wearing dirndls and there was a piano player. It seemed a little cheesy at first, but it grew on me! I had cream of chanterelle soup and a starter salad that was actually quite lovely and light.
We had to take the ferry back across the river. At night it was still a lot of fun! We made buddies with the ferry guys.
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