munich memories:

breakfasts each day on a small balcony with a view of the courtyard, the faint movements of neighbours through distance windows (feeling like james stewart in rear window -- oh, sven says, there's a nude man over there doing his ironing). a small wooden table unfolded and set with freshly-baked rolls -- poppy seed, muesli, pumpkin seed; jams - plum and blueberry; cold salted butter; sweet, nutty pastry snails; and hot, dark coffee.