"Of course you can stay", smiled the man."Because the hotel is my house. I´ll take you there by car."  This was the beginning of all... The town smiled in the sunlight. A narrow stone-paved road surrounded by flowers led us to "Kirchplatz 8". To my surprise, the church itself  was combined with a castle by a unique passage-way over the road like a viaduct.

This unusual prelude to the 1568-dated house must have attracted many of guests. I passed through a big wooden front door and was taken to the single bed room named "Humphrey Bogart Zimmer" on the first floor of which level is the same height of the neighbour -"Töpferei Le Dieu am Museum"s ground level. It was a peaceful and a quiet afternoon...Awaking from a comfortable sleep, I found myself feeling at home. This might have been a commencement of understanding of what is called "Gemütlichkeit".

Aus dem Reisebericht unseres Freundes Makoto Nakagawa vom August 1993