
On a cold winters day, walking along well trodden alpine paths, tired and alone, my muffled footsteps and frozen breath my only companions, I experienced a moment of beauty.

On a cold winters day, walking along well trodden alpine paths, tired and alone, my muffled footsteps and frozen breath my only companions, I experienced a moment of beauty.

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.”

Pausing by the footpath, I surveyed the a cobblestone road disappearing yonder beneath an arch bathed in sunlight. Simplicity and elegance reflected a bygone era of sophisticated flair.