44.jpg)
36.jpg)
One turret survived and is now the place where all those with cameras head, to snip and snap the plain and distant mountains. I did the same as you can see in one shot taken by Hannelore. We had lunch there and got into conversation with a young English family.
49.jpg)
47.jpg)
We set out to explore the place and discovered the town hall with flags flying, the market square with a fountain and a sleepy cat. Actually it discovered Peter. He sat down on a seat and the cat jumped onto his lap, circled while purring then settled down to sleep.
When we moved to see more of the centre it followed him. I wonder why it selected him and not Hannelore or myself, but then babies always go to him to gurgle and play.
No comments:
Post a Comment