Sunday, April 16

The taxi driver arrives exactly on time and Christa, Micke and I stagger in. None of us have slept well, after a long day walking up and down castle steps that ended with us eating in a burger place called Garage late in the evening.

We pass through the Old Town and, even early in the morning, the narrow roads force us to slow and stop every now and then.

During one brief stop I manage to photograph a mural that I had wanted to photograph yesterday, and then off we race to the airport.

The plane will arrive early and I will get home before midday.