I walked up to the castle. The streets heaved with tour buses and camera-laden tourists, and I wished I'd come here first in my European travels, instead of last. My dad travelled here in the 1960s, and it must have felt like a different universe back then. I walked through the castle grounds, barging through hundreds of tourist photographs.
I headed haphazardly back towards the old town. Another sense of direction failure meant I ended up crossing a busy road to get back to the river, and so finally I reached a spot where there weren't many tourists around.