Even though we were recuperating today, we didn’t sleep in too late. After breakfast, I rode John’s bike back to the train station, where there was a bike shop that was actually open on the holiday! They guy said he’d have it ready by 5 or 6, so I then went out looking for an open drug store, but after going to four or five I gave up. While John napped and iced his knee, I took a city bus tour to get an overview of the city, then went to the cathedral and lit a candle for my folks, then had some ice cream across the square, before wandering aimlessly…the best way to see a city. I worked my way back to the bike shop, and they had gotten the derailleur repaired, so I rode it back to the hotel. We then took the bus back to the center of town, and walked to the oldest sausage stand in the world, supposedly dating from the construction of the Stone Bridge in the 12th century. After having beer, potato soup, and their signature sausages, we grabbed some ice cream before heading back to the bus stop, where we witnessed a very interesting exchange between some drunk “punks” and one of their girlfriends, who, as the saying goes, looked like she had been rode hard and put up wet. After about 15 minutes, the police showed up and arrested the lead punk, which did not please the girlfriend at all. Our bus arrived so we did not get to see how things ended up, but I suspect that she probably ended up in cuffs as well.