The half-timbered buildings welcome all visitors. In the distant background there are faint sounds of cheers as the German soccer team scores. Sipping on the Riesling grown just yards away reminds you that you’re on the Rhine.
The streets lack the crowd of so many places, but the small clacking noise of the few walking around provide a sense of welcoming. If you’re lucky enough, you’ll meet two of the most knowledgeable and kind people in the area. Herr Jung is a former headmaster that has experienced the life and death the area has seen. Thomas is another local that pulls you in like you’ve always had German blood running through your veins. Bacharach is a town that has made a memorable impact, and it will beckon your return.