unday is pretty boring in Germany. Nothing is open.
During the long winter I stopped going out of my flat for
the entire weekend. Now that spring is here, I thought
I might go for a short walk.
There is long road that leads into the building where I live. There is a turn off, that I only see on the rare times I get a Taxi home. Today I thought I would investigate the road. I just found that 50 yards after the turn off the road ended at a large sinister house
I did learn that the painter Hans Von Marées lived close to where I live because there was a sign. If I had know who he was I might have been able to guess that because his second name is close to the street name.