A walled town on a sandstone bluff above the Tauber, kept almost whole through six centuries by a long run of luck and one careful American officer in 1945. The Plönlein, that small forked street with the half-timbered house and two towers, is the picture most people carry of medieval Germany even before they know its name. Snow falls early here. The Christmas market in the market square has run, on and off, since the late Middle Ages, and the night watchman still walks the lanes after dark with a lantern and a horn. — from the studio