Early Morning Call

It was a beautiful morning here as you can see from the blue sky. This was just a quick shot in passing the theatre. Just in passing as I was off on an adventure.

Not really an adventure but going to take the train into Frankfurt. On my own. Doesn't sound like much but my German is rudimentary (I'm super on menus and articles of clothing*, the rest is all to come) and I can be quite easily daunted. However, I picked a train and got on and 45 minutes later I was at the right station in Frankfurt (Taunusalage). Hooray. Not even bothered by the spaced out freak in the sunglasses who spoke without vowels and played his harmonica all the way there. There's one on every train.

Frankfurt looks lovely - although they've got bit of a problem with the river Main at the moment. It's burst its banks around the city centre and turned one of the bridges into a big pier. I shall return to Frankfurt another day. And I will blip the laughing cow.

* the German word for "bra" is Büstenhalter.