Coming off the bridge you enter a dark tunnel through an outer defensive wall.
It would take fighting through another gate to reach the central palace environs or bailey.
Once down to the old town again, it was a short stroll to the area honoring Nuremberg's most famous artist-- Albrecht Durer. His home is lovingly restored.
Unfortunately, showers started to plague us again. We stepped into a supermarket to check out what was carried and ended up in buying some local mustard in squeeze tubes that we thought might travel better in a suitcase than a glass bottle.
Back out on the street an interesting clock caught our attention. It was on the front of the Catholic "Church of Our Lady." The doors were open and in we went.
Just as we left the church a short stab of sunlight illuminated the decorated clock high above the entrance. It was just enough to make a colorful bookend to our remembrance of those moments inside.
We returned to the bustle of the central market squares which, like most European markets, was packed with small booths selling a variety of enticing wares.
Big brats were on offer for the larger appetites.
while tasty, more Regensburg style, smaller sausages in a bun were being flogged for a quick snack.
German bakers are known for their cakes, but a confection we had not seen before seemed to be a popular item. A woman rolled out and shaped dough in strips that were draped around a a cylindrical mold attached to a wooden handled skewer.
The skewers were popped into an oven that rotated them in the heat.
When golden brown the finished treats are pulled off the skewers, rolled in sugar, and delivered piping hot to the buyer. Delish!