A missed turn brought us through the tiny village of Shiltach. I was so enamored by the half-timbered houses (why can’t I get enough of them?!) that we stopped the car and wandered around. It took half an hour to see the town, including lingering. Everything was closed, of course, but that didn’t take away from its charm.
Shiltach is in the eastern Black Forest on the river Kinzig. It was founded in the 11th century as a parish for the surrounding farms.
We walked uphill to the main square, which has a unique triangular shape.
After a fire in 1590, the town hall was built high on this hill. The town hall’s stepped gable was built in stone in 1905.