I had errands to run.
And I had perfect weather.
I also couldn't resist going by the only - as far as I know - English language bookstore selling new books in Munich. I went just to browse. To ogle. To drool. To dream. (Ok, I didn't drool. You can get tossed out of a bookstore for that.)
I found a book on one of the display tables which has been on my wish list since I first heard about it: Theodora Goss' "The Thorn and the Blossom." Though I wasn't going to spend any money, I caved: bought the book, brought it home, read it.
The bookbinder in me, was taken by the book itself. It's constructed in accordion style with a slipcase and gorgeous illustrations.
The reader in me, was taken by the story. Two stories, actually. It's a love story which weaves the lives of Evelyn and Brendan, their past and their present; with a tale of wonder and enchantment.
It's a quietly beautiful story that, with its clarity and charm, stayed with me in the days after I'd read it. One to read again.
The slipcase illustration
The cover of Evelyn's Story
And now, from the sublime to the downright silly, I also picked up - as is a habit of mine - a couple of postcards.
Here's the Bavarian Cowboy. No date unfortunately.
And the serving wench. The picture is dated ca. 1910 and it's of a legendary Munich beer hall server Anni Popp (whom, I'm afraid, I'd not heard of. I'm so going to flunk my integration exam.) That's the Hofbräuhaus emblem on the Steins: a legendary beer hall still attracting visitors from all over Germany as well as all over the world.
It's Bedlam, with beer.
Oh, and I drew a feather.
I'm coming to love drawing feathers.