“Arent you cold?”

“No,” I said. “C’mon, this is like a late spring day in Canada.”

“But we’re not even taking a jacket?” Doc asked again, a bit petulantly.

“It’s just a day trip to Munich. We’ll be home before it gets cold enough to need anything.”

“But — ”

“Oh, c’mon! Where’s your Canadian impervience to a slight chill!”

“Back in the hotel, at the moment: in the suitcase, made of a nice cashmere.”

Tomorrow I do indeed head to Munich for the weekend, mostly to see the Munich Opera, but also to meander a bit on the streets and see what’s about. A full report, during… perhaps…