Downtown the streets will be abuzz with the Christopher Street Day activities.

And in what used to be a village outside Munich, but is now more or less a dormitory suburb, the Feldmoching Brass Band host their annual shindig for lovers of beer and oom-pah music.

On the face of it, a choice between two worlds, neither of which I actually belong to. Both will be replete with celebratory atmosphere, both will have a unique festive vitality. In both cases the buzz will be allied with booze.
As a (lapsed) heterosexual I can nevertheless identify with the liberal, hedonist mind-set of the CSD community. But the prevailing metronomic thud of the post-disco sound systems might get on my nerves.
And the attitudes and politics of the Bavarian hinterland are far removed from my own. But I do have a weakness for music played by brass bands.
Maybe I'll find a way to pack a visit to bothe events into my Saturday...
Or maybe I'll just spend the weekend as I usually do, at the computer working on the novel. My 25 square metres now constitute an agreeable 'living machine', with Schröder der Schrank now hidden behind curtains, a choice of functioning computers and my Gabrielle Mucchi lounger inviting for regular sessions of otium addiction.



There's a leafy square if I need to indulge in people watching and new wine boutique half way between flat and square specialized in the product of my favourite region, the Languedoc-Roussillon.

Contentment, possibly, is about having agreeable options.
1 comment:
Lucky you.
We're about to have the whole family descend on the house for a mittag grill - brothers, sisters, dogs, children.
The dogs I can enjoy, it's the children and the loud, incessant German voices that have me screaming on the inside.
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