Sunday

A normal Sunday. On our bicycle ride, during midday for a change, we encountered one of those bicycle crosses we always want to avoid but couldn't today, because we couldn't leave earlier. We also passed this terrace. I think it was a schützenfest going on. I've made a blip of the king and queen, but they turn their heads. I know by now that that is a sign of rejection, so we have to do with this blip. It's the only one I have.