Our next ride was with a prosthetics nurse who took us to Titisee. It is a small town consisting of one road and a lake. The mist was settling over the forest-covered hills that surround the town. Black Forest trees tend to be very tightly packed with, with the leaves starting half way up the tall trees and mist filling the mysterious gaps between the trunks. The lake was glass and calm, like On Some Golden Pond. We looked through a touristy clock shop and had Black Forest cake in an Italian cafe. I was disappointed, I am sure the English version is better.
A mother and daughter art came in while we were there. The mother groomed, trim, hair sprayed, the daughter was too old, too fat, too ugly and too much bright blue eye shadow. She was being harassed by "Mummy" all the way. "What do you want dear?" "take your coat off dear", "sit down will you dear". The daughter should have left home when she was 30. "I will Mummy, give me a chance. I just want to visit the lady's".
Photo by Selcuk.aral
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