Walhalla
Posted on May 24, 2012
Always a good idea. (Even when a thunderstorm is brewing.)
P.
Posted on May 23, 2012
P. is leaving the banks of the Danube for England’s green and pleasant land in less time than it takes to cycle to Vienna (bad taste joke?) Yesterday we cycled to Walhalla in scorching sun, returning in a thunderstorm of Sound of Music-esque proportions, emerging sopping wet and bright-eyed onto the sunny-once-more main street of Stadtamhof. Silly post-lunch adventures with this boy, I will miss. And Donauradweg excursions, late night Kuchen at Schierstadt, beaver spotting trips, sugar fasts, Friday mornings of cultural discovery, so much more.
Thanks for such a wonderful year, P. - I know you’ll think this hopelessly sentimental but I really am thankful to call you mein engster Regensburger Freund!
life through a disposable camera lens
Posted on May 23, 2012
(my first ever) ferris wheel ride overlooking the old town, fresh fruit at the market, intricate cathedral details, patio dinner parties for two, chance encounters at the freibad, fresh flowers, hidden cemetries….
I think these photographs capture the essence of this little east bavarian city more than any i’ve taken all year.
thank you priya. for these beautiful pictures, and for reminding me how many blessings i have in life.
one lovely weekend
Posted on May 15, 2012
Priya arrived in Regensburg on Thursday evening, bringing her laidback charm and sense of adventure in tow, and after that there was no looking back. We were spontaneously invited to asparagus/homemade wine parties with my (very friendly) neighbours where Piers was practically bottle-fed whiskey by a Czech lady enamoured with him (causing him to spill everyone’s secrets…)
We watched the DULT fireworks from the Dreifaltigkeitsberg whilst unsuccessfully swatting mosquitoes and watching sweet little children run about with torches on their heads….and we bought flowers for my garden and the rose seller was so sweet he gave us extra roses ‘just for being pretty’….and we were given a secret tour of the Dreieinigkeitskirche and its graveyard by a Bavarian-born Scarborough-educated outlandish character called Harald…and we lazed in the sun on the island…and went to the DULT for longer than advised with nice friends….and sat around offering teacakes to everyone without British citizenship who we came across.
And Priya fell in love with the people of Regensburg. And I fell in love with them all over again.
DULT (Regensburg’s May festival)
Posted on May 15, 2012
Please can I wear my Dirndl every day for the rest of my life?
a new tradition
Posted on May 10, 2012
Menu: tomato/avocado/mozarella salad to begin, then salmon with spinach leaves and roasted vegetables followed by Schokoladeneis mit Himbeeren (and the chocolate wafers one guest so kindly brought along.)
Location: one exceedingly lovely Altstadt balcony.
Guests: Piers, Emmy, Zach, Nicholas, Lulu and a surprise guest star in six-year-old Moritz who proved himself a veritable wonder where lighting candles is concerned.
Highlights: a duet of Strauss’ Blue Danube courtesy of Emmy and I (how appropriate!), ferrying dinner over the bridge on our bicycles in a storm (what dedication), Emmy’s lullaby singalong, eating outdoors, neighbour spying and uncontrollable laughing.
‘Abendessenpartys’ are the new cool.
EMMY.
Posted on May 9, 2012
Emmy stayed three nights in Regensburg this weekend, infiltrated the place like a local and I would not be exaggerating if I said it was one of the best weekends ever. I will be smiling (and reminiscing) about it for weeks.
P.S. Yes, that is Walhalla. A place we love almost as much as each other ;)
love letter to our favourite bench
Posted on May 2, 2012
Right beside the Danube (what could be better? Regensburg would be nothing without the Danube) and complete with:
unassuming herbaceous border
space to park your bicycle
unobscured view of the cathedral spires
plentiful people-watching opportunities
close proximity to P’s favourite cake shop and my favourite Eisdiele
island location
and the warm summer breeze around one’s ankles.
Love, L & P
