Yes, it was musty in there, dank as one tourist described it. I did a bit of “tour guiding” when all the German wives had something else to do, and I could interpet for our drivers. I loved it, met some of the greatest people.
We Americans are so funny, overseas. I’d always inform my tourists cantaloupe was sold by the slice, Itallians took afternoons off, shops and restaurants were closed at this time, their coffee was a bit stronger than ours, Italian Ice cream was to die for and Spanish bread was out of this world good tasting AND keep all receipts for goods bought when returning to Germany...tax. I think it was in Florence a woman bought the biggest, ugliest kitchen witch I’d ever seen, dressed in a shimmering Irish green dress, the guards at the border laughed so hard at the sight, she paid nothing.
Sorry I posted twice..jerky index finger.