Stadtamhof’s window boxes have never looked prettier.
It’s hot, the very definition of high summer. The banks of the river are mostly empty; I imagine every sensible person has retreated to their cool parlour for respite.
My bicycle is on its last legs. I think it may be suffering from heatstroke….
Ice-cream is the only acceptable snack. Even if you did just eat a full meal.
Tonight is my last night in my little island home (and I’m going to be spending it watching Fuβball of all things, but beside the Danube so everything’s peachy really) and I still can’t quite believe I was blessed enough to spend four seasons thirty seconds (at jogging pace) from Europe’s greatest river, in the prettiest city on Earth.