Today Gerhild learned the French word for fog. Autumn has arrived!
As we spotted these trees marching along the wall, several women cyclists stopped and charmingly competed to see who could name the trees. (Lime trees)
In the tram we had a another delightful chat with a French pensioner. This lot weren’t very chatty.
Not chatty, but colourful.
Nice, non-mechanical octupus.
Classy mechanical chameleon who can eat a fly with a super-long tongue, but can‘t change colour.
Humming bird
Our old pal. Time to head for home.