Their apartment is a modern one on the main street, nicely furnished (except for the kitchen – no ice box) and has the balcony with the inevitable pots of flowers & plants. They were extremely cordial – offered us several different kinds of wines & liqueurs instead of the coffee we expected – and wanted. They even got in their Volkswagon and showed us the way to the Wiesbaden highway – a good thing too – we could never have found it.
By the time we reached Wiesbaden & located the Hotel Rose, I was thoroughly tired & ready for bed. Rested all afternoon but for the first time, didn’t feel very good. Had one drink – with lots of soda – and a very light supper & went on to the room while the others went to see a little of the town.
Harry had to buy cigarettes for the first time – we’d left the ship with 9 cartons and gave one to Joanne Abeel and they’d lasted until now.
We saw very little of Wiesbaden but our impression is that it is quite a city – wide streets, many large stores – it reminds us of Paris with all the hustle & bustle.