along our cycle track |
Another
day of gentle paths, an early lunch of wurst along the way in a small village;
the owner of the Gaststatte moved around his establishment in a furtive manner.
At any moment I was expecting him to release his family from the basement, to enjoy a moment in the warm sunshine.
We took a rest and a wurst. . . . |
Now
the landscape was splashed with chrome yellow, fields of rape. Each field was adding fizz to
the different shades of green, like a slice of lemon in a G&T.
Torgau
is a delightful medieval town again right by the river. When we arrived the
afternoon sun was bathing its reds, creams and ochre buildings and wetting the
spires and lead rooftops.
This
town was where, at the end of WWII, the Russian and Allied troops met. The
place is restored and picture book pretty the castle in the town has a moat
with its very own bears that playfully mauled each other when let out after
breakfast.
This bridge at Plotha of great delight |
Torgau from our restaurant seat. |
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