The bridge saga continues. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working like a dog on a big project at work and struggling to keep the metaphorical ship afloat, but I didn’t realize that the part of the bridge project concerning the ramp leading down to Müllerstraße was slated for 9 months. Last weekend while the weather was so nice (and the island was suddenly deluged with sunbathing grillers and other assorted chillers out), this part of the bridge magically transformed into a bike parking lot. I’m pleased that as of late last summer at least, my favorite island grill spot was apparently still unknown. Let’s hope it stays that way.
On the riverbank in the shadow of the auxiliary bridge, it would appear that someone has very carefully planted nice neat rows of daffodils, some of which may have been fooled by that all that glorious sun leading up to yesterday. Fortunately, it looks like a younger (wiser?) patch of them is still holding out for that most elusive of seasons, Spring.