Church on a Hill

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When we were touring in our motor-home we stayed in the south-west of Bavaria in Germany. Our couch-surfing host, who we'd never met before, insisted on taking us on a guided tour the day after we arrived. We visited three amazing attractions and ended the day with a relaxed barbecue by the side of a lake. I walked so much that day that I'm sure I was an inch shorter at the end of it but it was worth every millimetre. Unfortunately I can't remember the name of the first church we visited. It was high on a hill with a magnificent view over the surrounding countryside. Although it looked quite imposing from outside, it was indescribably ornate once you stepped through the door. We were now in the region where wood-working had been developed to a very high standard. The ends of the pews looked like they'd come from sleighs. We learnt that the 'marble' pillars weren't marble at all but painted to look that way. After that we'd always tap the marble to see if it was genuine or not. Across the front of the choir stalls were little paintings of everyday activities. We were also able to walk up the narrow, steep stairs to the bell-tower from where we could see for probably hundreds of miles. If not hundreds of miles, at least a very long way!