iVoyeur: Flow, Part II
The bells of Basilika Sankt Kastor clang—a nagging reminder behind me that I should be in Cochem right now, exploring castles like a proper tourist. But my imagination has been hijacked, and so I sit in Koblenz, having failed to switch trains when I realized—looking at the railway map—that this was the city of Deutsches Eck, where the Mosel empties into the Rhine.
The Rhine is the second longest river in Europe (behind the Danube), and yesterday, 100 miles north of here, I watched as a long, low jalopy-looking riverboat meandered up to its bank in Dusseldorf and launched, like a fanout-algorithm, a small flock of half-a-dozen bicycles—mother and children—toward the farmers market, their baskets full of empty shopping bags.
The wide flat deck of the boat was laden with the typical boat-crap-trappings that you would expect to see on the deck of a riverboat, but there were also things foreign to that environment, like a large wooden dining room table with seven chairs, an Iron Man Big Wheel, and lush green potted plants. Through the window of the wheelhouse I could see crayon art and action figures adorning every sill as if on the lookout for inclement weather.
It was love at first sight.