Two Men in a Basket.

Two Men in a Basket.

On my wanderings yesterday, I'd been to "Schloss Richmond" then to the station, and was making my way back to the Cathedral for the five minute service, when, outside the Town Hall, I came across a huge crane with two men in a dangling basket.  I've read today that the five tips of the towers had been removed, cleaned up, repainted gold coloured and yesterday they were being put back into place.  I saw the finished towers again today and very smart they look too, shining the the sunlight.  That was before the storm that passed this way with some  heavy rain, I'd just arrived home, thank goodness.

I booked my train ticket for Leipzig today.  I visit the city next Wednesday and will pay homage to my man JS Bach, who was appointed Cantor in 1732 to the Thomas Schule at the Thomaskirche. He was also Director of Music in all the city's churches, a post he held until his death in 1750.   I usually start my day with the music of Bach, and I'm so looking forward to treading the great man's footsteps.  The church has been altered since Bach's time, but I can still see what he must have seen, the columns, the arches, the windows and the doors.  There's a Church shop there,  where I will buy a bust of Bach to join the bust of Mozart I bought in Saltzburg in 2000.  

I will miss the sound of German when I return home in October, so today I bought a book and a talking book of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea."  I can listen and follow the words, which is so good for my pronunciation.  I had a long German conversation with a sales assistant in "Graff" a wonderful bookshop that was introduced to me by Janet. As she said, "You can spend whole days in here." She is right.