Each of the last two nights, I’ve done my best to grab some pictures of the fleeting sunset after work. I’ve dashed out of the car straight to the little path outside of the hotel that runs alongside the Naab River (which is my second favorite name for a river in Germany, not far behind the Erft River in Bergheim). Unfortunately, we work too damn hard, so it’s always pretty damn close to dark by the time I got the chance to take my little strolls, but it’s still an awfully pretty little area….
Looking back at our hotel...
Random garage sale in someone's back yard. That sewing machine must be one hell of an antique for the 95 Euro they're asking for it, not that I'm all that well-versed in old-ass sewing machines.
I'm guessing here, but 'hold your kid's hand so their punk ass doesn't fall in the river.'
Standing on the bridge over the river on the one and only road out of town.
One of the numerous times each day I wish I understood German. So don't know what this means.
This little crest is on the gate to our hotel. So don't know what this guy means either. Looks like French.
The sun left me hanging.
A little fountain across the street. It's not over till the fat lady does whatever this fat lady is doing. And she's doing it now, so this must be the end... Upon closer inspection, that might be a guy. Oh well.
Hope you enjoyed your river-side stroll… It’s time to drink some beers and get some sleep.
Until next time,