E he bus goes to the station and the train is waiting on platform five. It will leave in ten minutes. Sit down and relax, the train to Passau is not at all full, there are free seats everywhere.
There are stops on the way, it is nice to see the morning countryside on this almost two-hour trip. It is a pleasant journey.
In Passau it is still early, it is around nine in the morning. Use the 'phone to find the museum. It is across a footbridge and up a very long hill. It is about a half an hours walk. Arrive at the address and establish that it is not a museum at all, but a religious centre, a sort of seminary. The pictures of Warsaw during the nineteen thirties are moving. A photographer, a camera using a square format. Pictures of people on the streets, using the eye of an occupying soldier to guide the camera.
The soldier is not known.
Stay there for an hour looking at the exhibits. They are worrying.
Take the long walk back down into the town. It is a beautiful morning. The pile of houses around the cathedral that make up Passau are lovely in the morning light.
The other exhibition is rather disappointing, it is a collection of pictures of a cabaret artist and film maker on his circuit of Bavaria. There are many and they are varied. They are technically good, and a homage to the cabaret artists vanity.
Walk on through town.
Try on a hat, and find none suitable. There is no point in buying hats in a tourist venue. The good ones are exorbitant and the cheap ones are awful, for whatever reason.
Take the train to Vilsbbiburg and have a nice conversation with the collector.
Home at a quarter to eight.
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