Puns and Roses

Munich never promised us a rose garden, but there actually is one. No really. Rather nice one actually, just off the Isar trails a few yards before you hit Ms. Fingerle's kiosque under the railroad bridge. Too early for roses, but the lilacs were out in full bloom and Karl got into his cute overdrive mode, picking daisies and buttercups for us, digging his paws deep into the fresh soil of the rose fields. After the rather thorny stretch of rain for weeks on... after the last weeks weren't exactly a bed of roses metereologically speaking... ok, enough. After enjoying some ice cream at the rose garden we ventured on to the beach at the river banks. The highlight of the afternoon was of course the arrival of the steam engine on the bridge. It's the pride of some nerdy steam engine fan club who drives it around Munich once in a while, stopping on all Isar bridges, giving passersby and passengers a chance to wave at each other in a kinda frantic way.



Karl got a bit scared by the very loud whistle, but the excitement lasted well into the night, because he had to reenact the whistling train stop with his vintage Fisher Price circus steam train many a times. All the while Henri found all this action around his baby carriage kind of amusing. Even though he was a bit on the grumpy side after Fred had fabulously talked our favorite restaurant by this Michelin star rated cook into delivering a four course dinner to our place for our anniversary on Friday. Which was very, very fabulous and glamourous, but probably had some stuff in it, that didn't agree with a two-month-old just yet. Karl was all big brother though and played him his music box, sang him a lullaby and patted his little head. Have mentioned that Karl is always greeted with a smile by Henri?