UNCORKING THE WINES AND CULTURE OF FRANCONIA
Our bullet-nosed deutsche-Bahn ICE train, silently glided under the arching glass and steel canopy defining Frankfurt Central Station, leaving the city of Goethe and skyscrapers behind. The train interplayed and intertwined with the ‘Main River’, vaguely following its meandering path until the steep-sided ‘Steinwein’ (stone) vineyards signified we had arrived at the Franconian city of Würzburg.