As a child I lived in Germany for four years (aged 6-10). During that time my family went to this historic town very often; I'd estimate about twice a year. I have fond memories of walking along its cobblestone streets and climbing the tower. This is mainly a tourist town, and very few cars are allowed to drive through. It is lined with little shops that sell trinkets and various goodies. I remember I used to always buy this pastry my family called a "snowball." I'm not sure if we made the name up or not, but it's a big pastry ball coated in powdered sugar. True to German desserts, it isn't very sweet, but it's still amazing.