We woke up this morning to find we were still safe and sound but in the midst of some sort of international fly fishing contest. We didn’t know it was a competitive sport or that that many lines could be set up along a canal. How it was meant to work with large tanker barges passing remains a mystery.
We braved some insane Belgian motorway junctions to reach the next site in Aachen. Once booked in we walked to the town centre. Sarah knew the cathedral was a world heritage site but we expected a traditional Northern European building not something from the Byzantine empire. Every inch was covered in gold mosaics or marble. It was astonishing to see. Aachen was the capital of the Holy Roman Empire under Charlemagne and a fair few parts of him are still here (supposedly) in various reliquaries in the cathedral treasury. The majority of items there were made of gold. The most impressive being the death mask and arm. But even more impressive than these gold relics was the astonishingly large model railway shop next to the Rathaus. Unbelievably Mark only browsed!