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Cool, clear morning. Four degrees today and nothin’ but blue sky. The hotel Suisse breakfast parlour is abuzz with guests this morning helping themselves to… Read More »Day 16 – Cathedral

Christmas phone hook-ups this morning. We saw too much of Colin, just the right amount of Jo, got a guided tour of the Meindl house-hold… Read More »Day 15 – Et maintenant on mange (and now we eat)

I discovered in the quiet of the morning, that somehow, be it through the pipes or vents, a muffled auditory conduit joins the floors –… Read More »Day 14 – Les toilettes n’est pas privé

Hard to recall yesterday when so much has transpired today. We’ll give it a crack. I got up for a shuffle in the rain, wandered… Read More »Day 12 & 13 – Piece de Resistance

I rose at the crack of eight for a river-side wander, clear-blue and bright, eyes streaming with cold, fat geese pair, puffed and huddled, too… Read More »Day 11 – Secret

A crisp, grey, steam-blowing morning propelled us down the road to the first available bakery for breakfast. Baking since 1735 apparently, but the turn over’s… Read More »Day 10 – Phonological ambiguity

Glorious day, blue sky, 13 degrees, beaucoup time to pack and go – nice. Di did some KK work with Jordy in the morning and,… Read More »Day 9 – Sssssssschloss

So the cheese engorged bratwursts were so good, we (I) had to go back for another – Zwei fromage! (hey – it worked). This time… Read More »Day 8 – Nein Brot!

If we’re talking spirit, essence, ambience, I would say Metz markets are more “Traveling show”; dagwood dogs, trinkets, faded facades behind which stand short fat… Read More »Day 7 – Markets aint markets

She sat alone in the restaurant hunched over the table. Her lover wasn’t coming, again, and she pulled her jacket from the chair she’d reserved… Read More »Day 6 – Balance