Spring might just have arrived

In lieu of an advertised but non-existent flea market, we retreated to the, at the time, bearably populated Englische Garten.

By the time we had finished our grossly overpriced meal and beer at one of the Biergartens, the park was rammed.

Collecting goose poo underfoot by walking “wild” was preferable to battling the sun doped humanity ambling or velocipeding the clay paths.