Walk along the road that passes the house in which the family used to live, yet again see the bamboos. They have grown over twenty foot tall now that they have become established. Take the short path through the forest, passing two families deep in discussion about houses and their ideal locations. Just pass, the men say Servus and say Servus back.
A young woman is riding a horse, proceeding up the road at a slow walk. Pass her, say hello. and take the upper road to the small beer garden. It is only another mile and a half on. Stop on the way to take some plums from a tree, and go into the beer garden.
A cup of coffee, a cake and big glass of water.
A band starts to play, all the members of the band are dressed in the same Bavarian costume, all with white feathers in their hats. The yound trumpeters seem to have a problem, their instruments make an occasional squawking noise.
The atmosphere is lovely, there are children running around, a cat comes over to be petted. it is lovely weather.
The two trumpeters wander off into the woods, and answer the instrumental calls from the other instruments with short melodies of their own. And at the end, they approach the bandstand and join their colleagues.
It was altogether a pleasant picturesque experience.
Pay, and go, in order to keep the memory. The garden will become crowded later on, and things will no longer be pleasant.
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