It had no name and so the "vernacular" gave it one. The entrance from both sides is inconspicuous, as if it didn't want to be found. But when they do, they walk eight steps through the narrowest Gäsje of Bacharach, stand on the little bridge and look at the Münzbach, which flows between the houses here, and imagine themselves in a completely different century. Finding the entrances is like a search game. This much is revealed: the Gäsje connects the Rosenstraße of the former Jewish quarter with the market square.