Stepping off the train in Heidelberg last spring, the air smelled of rain and old stones—a scent that instantly whisked me back to my student days here decades ago. I remember wandering the cobbled lanes, feeling like I\it\in the morning. If you\grab a bench, unpack a pretzel from a nearby bakery, and let the silence soak in. That\Walk on the opposite bank—a hidden gem where thinkers like Hegel once pondered life. But the real secrets? They\their apple strudel, served with a dollop of cream, is a family recipe passed down for generations. It\this city rewards slow exploration. After all these years, Heidelberg still feels like coming home, a reminder that travel isn\t about ticking boxes but savoring moments that linger long after you leave.
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