We’d seen Luxeuil Abbey, sarcophagi, bas relief sculptures, and local art. But the museum steps wound ever upward and we had to climb them, much as in a fairy tale. A look through the panes showed us a view of the old part of the city.
Ever onward and upward. Older people would never be able to climb this steep, narrow stairway.
We emerged at the top of a very high tower to stand on a very narrow area surrounded by a not very tall parapet. I don’t have a great head for heights, but I managed to move away from the back wall to admire (and photograph) the amazing view from all sides of the turret.
After admiring the view a bit longer and patting ourselves metaphorically on our backs, we made our way carefully down the steps, worn in the middle from many feet over many years. Time for door photos, coffee/cappuccino, and finding raspberry tarts.