The apostles start heading outside.

We got to be inside the astronomical clock when it struck the hour, and all the automata whirred into action. Through the stained glass, you can see the poor slobs down below outside waiting for it all to begin .

The first day of our "non-traditional" Czech language course, they took us to the part of the Old Town Hall that is not open to the public. They served us champagne and a Town Councillor with a hulkin' silver chain of office around his neck addressed us. That is one of the charms of being in a small country.
Here Elena and I enjoy our exclusive vantage point, far above the tourist crowds.

Once again, Shellen catches me in the act. She's a swift one!

Sunday brunch in the 'hood. Right after this
we headed for the fleamarkets.

Shellen catches me in the act as I go for my gigantic latte bowl. They know the right way to start the day in Berlin.

Shellen toppling a gigantic stack of German literature.

Wandering
through the Hackeshe Hofe

Berlin is like a gigantic outdoor Apple store. There is cool shit everywhere. Here we paused in front of some cameras that make flowers sprout when you walk in front of them.

Shellen and I decided that it was high time for a feet tour of Europe. Here our right feet get some camera time in front of the library.

It was pretty hot in Berlin, but great men cast large shadows. Here I am cooling down beneath Friedrich Wilhelm, on Unter den Linden.

Here I am in Hamburg, I trekked out here on Friday and looked at four manuscripts in the library. I'm on my way back to the bus station, and I stopped for a photo beside the big lake that is in the middle of the city.

Wolfenbuttel has many beautiful canals winding through it.
After my 4 hour trek from Berlin, and several hours looking at manuscripts in the library, I'm looking pretty exhausted here.

The last weekend in July was the great library tour of Germany. Here I am in Wolfenbuttel at the Herzog August Bibliothek.

The fountain sent out a cool breeze on what was a really hot day. This July was the hottest for the past 200 years in the Czech Republic.

I went to pay my rent in the bank to the left of the Prasna Brana, one of the many gothic towers of Prague.

This is a pretty well-known art deco cafe to the right of the Prasna Brana. I indulged in sacher torte with whipped cream and an espresso.

This is my fabulous teacher Helena from the July course. Unfortunately I no longer have her this month. On the board behind us is the genitive case!