Today

 Today is the third Sunday in which the pageant celebrating a marriage in the middle ages takes place in Landshut. There are many carefully attired people wandering about the streets, all in the dress of the middle ages. Theyare dressed as soldiers, as businessmen or as craftspeople, and they all wear the attire much as it may have been worn during that November day in the fifteenth century. A political wedding that ended the war that had been taking place for thirty years then.

For the third time there will be a grand parade through the town, all vehicle traffic is forbidden and the streets have been cleared of parked vehicles. There is the sound of road cleaning machines making their ways through the roads of the old town.

It is seven in the morning, and the sounds that the neighbours produce upon awakening are to be heard between the buildings of the old town. It is the sounds of throats being cleared, of loud uninhibited farts. of noses being blown. There is a neighbour up watering her flowers to start the day.

The photographs taken the day before yesterday are causing ambiguous feelings. They were meant to show portraits of individual sculptures before the backdrop of many other similar figures and masks of a similar genre. It is unclear as to whether they are successful in this or not.

There will be another drive up the country to continue the work. 

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And now it is eleven at night, The day was a success, the pictures were all right.

And the breakfast in the café in Vilshofen was a good start to the day.