The light shower of rain settled over the cobblestone road leading into the heart of the city. I was struck by the elegant beauty of my surroundings. Alone in my thoughts, the silence manifested a powerful impression as vivid as the scent of winter’s rain lingering in the cold air.
Walking along a narrow path I suddenly paused, admiring a magnificent cathedral spire. A mere moment passed as a cyclist raced past, oblivious to my presence. I thought to myself, “Another narrow miss, welcome to Freiburg, city of cafes, bächle and mad cyclists.”