In desperate need of a Döner

.....my sister was, not me.
So we went for an afterwork walk on the south side of the village - the north edge of the Bruch  (a little detour) - followed by a hot Döner with everything (for me), a not so hot one for her.

The young and friendly owners of the Dönerbude noticed we are sisters. We haven't heard that we look alike in a while. People used to say that a lot when we were younger.

We both feel better after our Döner. Döner macht schöner. Inside and out.

19:30; 7°C