I’d been away from Regensburg on business to Iași the last part of April. I was keen to see what progress had been made in my absence. So we went out for a stroll.
What had changed? Not much, as far my untrained eye could see. The newest stretch of construction (closest to the terminus on the south end) now has a sturdy roof and fabric sides, and almost no side walls at all. I suppose the roof is to protect the exposed areas from precipitation, or maybe trap stone dust inside the construction zone. Foot traffic is dense on both auxiliary bridge sections. About a month ago on a surprisingly warm evening we saw a medical emergency in progress: a biker lay on the ground, surrounded by police officers and EMTs, his ankle bent at a nauseating angle. Since then, we’ve seen no shortage of cyclists and pedestrians in close contact and near misses. They’re supposed to be walking their bikes, but pretty much no one ever does.
There must have been plenty of Maypole raising all around the country, but we rolled out of bed (I had a wonderful night’s sleep after a long travel day) much too late to seek out any Dorf‘s festivities. In typical Frühling fashion, young and old gathered on Regensburg’s churches to shoot the breeze and nurse their drinks and soak up the late afternoon sunshine.
After a great series of Romanian meals the previous nine days, I had a hankering for something German again, and I didn’t want to miss any more Hollandaise (which is the true motivation behind Spargelzeit). We were surprised to find an open table at Weltenburger am Dom’s Biergarten and inaugurated the season with a couple of Radler.
Their gegrilltes Zanderfilet with a side of boiled potatoes, a generous portion of Abensberger white asparagus, and a gravy boat full of Hollandaise was absolutely delicious.