Journey (Part One And A Half)

I forgot. When in Munich, we went for a daytrip to the Starnbergersee. The Starnbergersee has: pleasure boats;

memorial crosses for mad King Ludwig;

picnic spots (the woman on the right is our Finnish friend Christa, whom I had been inadvertently Trotskying out of the narrative up till this point);

a particularly soporific susurration of leaves in the trees and wash of waves on the lakeside;

and, of course, literary resonance ('Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee / With a shower of rain').