Visiting Fuhlenrüe

We are thrilled, a village welcomes us brightly sparkling in the morning sun....

...we cycle leisurely with a bit of headwind along jewels of front gardens, shift down, pause at such gems here.

Only the stork knows where the wet drops of the hot early morning have landed...

...and remains silent. This could have been the first date, the first encounter, with a drink paid by the stylish gentleman...

.. at this bar. The evening gets hotter, the lady starts to whisper and seduces him...

...inside the dance bar, bodies will be pressed together, places on the body become restless, the clueless passer-by has no idea what is happening inside now...

...he throws his head back, looks once more at the colorful building, it is unclear to him what he is missing here...

...but what the completely clueless mothers-in-law cannot know yet...

...is how the financial situation really looks like here.