Perl.
Awoke with the sound of the birds from the green space, behind the Kolpinghaus, around five so I packed up my gear before heading back for another hour and a half when the squark of Crows brought me ready again. Now I'm on the corner of Konstantinstraße and Brotstraße in a Bäckerei (again). Inside something is stirring saying enough is enough of this! On the way out I definitely need fruit not Puddingschleife. It's Monday morning and, as the world stirs into its perpetual groove, I decide to carry on until I'm further from it and collected some satsumas and a bottle of Kombucha. If I have a preference on a Camino it to follow the sources of water - either upstream or downstream - rather than walking along exposed ridges: Roman Legionnaires had to have thick Worsted undergarments to keep the proverbials warm! However I was just reminded by the Mosel that very cold winds can rifle down the valley from where the waters meet their makers! ... Bloody great big sign saying herber...