First line of an old Dutch spring song. We followed its advice and drove out to Lake Starnberg today to get some fresh air. I did my best but found no trace of Kitsch whatsoever, so I won't be able to outdo Nic's pink poodle (but I'm keeping my eyes open!). Instead here's some pictures of "Bernried" and surroundings.
"Sittin' on the dock of the bay - wasting time."
...not even a keyhole to peep through...
These look grumpy. Ents don't really exist do they?