|Verboten was one word that I recognized. And there are a lot of things labeled "verboten" in Germany.|
|The view from one of the levels.|
|Another view from the windows.|
|Overlooking a little street cafe.|
|One of the bells.|
On our way down, the floors began to tremble with a great rumbling sound. We froze; not sure what was happening. Chloe thought maybe we were being bombed. But then the bells began to ring. We were on the floor above them, and it was so loud that it was shaking the floor. (Down below my mother's first reaction was that Aidan must have done something. She was imagining him swinging from the bell rope.) We had to cover our ears as we continued on down past the huge, lumbering bells with our bodies vibrating from the sound.
My legs were shaking by the time that we got down. But we made it, and a sweet, older lady in the gift shop gave the kids a post card to prove it. Aidan thanked her in German. And so she must have assumed he was our interpreter because she would try to speak to us in halting English and then would turn to Aidan and switch to rapid fire German. He played it off by nodding and answering her with yes and thank you in German which seemed to satisfy whatever she was asking. And she never knew that those were the only two words that he knew at that point.