(Posted from Speyer DE.)
It's raining in Cologne, but not heavily, and our guide is a hoot! He's got a Masters in History, so he knows where all the bodies are buried. We avoid the cathedral (which is closed, anyway, thank heaven) and prowl the downtown area, finally settling on a tractor-driven tram that gets us back to our ship.
At dinner, the waiter looks at our table and whispers in my ear: "I've seen tables of six with only one man, but never a table of eight with only one man. How did you do that?" If I ever find out, I may sell the secret to him, but he won't get it for free. At 'my' table is Norene, Patricia, Cathy, Gail, Carolyn, and Marcia 1 and Marcia 2.
Post-dinner entertainment is a cello-piano combo performing (excellently) selected short pieces.