The Mosel River slices through Germany like a serpentine maître d’, welcoming visitors to a grand feast of architectural splendor. Threaded with vineyards on its gossamer banks, it parades a regalia of castles that would make any fantasy novelist blush with envy.
These stone sentinels stand as stoic witnesses to time, each with a tale more wrinkled than the last. Visiting them isn’t just a stroke on the travel checklist; it’s akin to walking into the pages of a history book, only with better wine.
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