During the day I thought Quedlinburg was rather nice. However an evening stroll started to reveal an even more charming side to the city. The winding streets of half timbered buildings were the real highlight for me, bringing back fond memories of Tallinn.
If, like me, you fly into Germany and rely on public transport; Quedlinburg is one of the tougher WHS to get to as it sits at the end of a remote branch line on Germany's wonderful train system. This rather out the way local added to its charm for me. There were a few tourists around but they were mostly domestic, and I feel my German improved immensely through my bumbling conversations over a doily laden breakfast of cold meats and cheese.
I really liked Quedlinburg, it may not have the most astounding monuments however it is a rather fine urban ensemble, and being off the Anglophonic travel trail made this rather enjoyable for me.