Destination

Don't wait for any good photos from Europe.  I haven't any.  I had one day, maybe a day and a half, to walk about with my camera.  What I got from those hours is more or less embarrassing.  And so it goes.

After returning to the hotel, we had thought to take a two hour nap and then go out, but I didn't wake until much later.  When I did, I forced myself up, feeling as if I had to keep the bargain, but the others were asleep and had no interest in going out.  Munich at sunset, walking, lost, cutting down interesting alleyways, over cobblestone and through parks.  Misty, cool, then dark, warm lights from shops that close early holding false promise, crowds drinking in open cafes and beer gardens.  Back to my section of town, what the guidebook called "a bit sleazy" where one could see prostitutes and "swarthy men with mustaches."  This was an Arab quarter.  Sex shops, nude dancing, women standing in doorways.  I was early to bed.

The next morning, we took the train to Salzburg.  Brilliant fields of rapeseed, electric yellow flax, then dark green.  Wooden sheds, cows and sheep, and then the Alps.

Salzburg station, a taxi to the schloss.  We'd arrived.