Morning View

Klenzestrasse 26B, Munich.

Franz said his landlady approached him yesterday and said, "So you will be having a visitor in town this week?" His reply, "As a matter of fact, I will! How on earth did you know that?" Smart-ass Austrian.

Flights were all on time, in fact the transatlantic leg was nearly an hour early. Evidently the pilot just jumped right into the jetstream and coasted. Monday afternoon was spectacularly beautiful; things are still green, the landscaping on Gärtnerplatz that was planted in May has grown in rich and full. We walked over to the Viktualienmarkt to have a beer under the chestnut trees. The afternoon was custom made for a Rick Steves' show; warm sun, mild breeze, cold beer, and a mix of tourists, schickie-mickie glamorous Germans, some locals out of their offices or homes with their socialized dogs, and a couple of crazy drunks muttering to themselves. I'm sure Rick would have something heartwarming to say about how the locals welcome all, and would not mention the drunks, but they're there and mostly harmless. A rough night sleeping, late wakeup, and today it's pissing down rain nonstop. Tomorrow should be better, and we're planning a visit to Rothenburg.