A Literary Travelogue: Weimar, Germany
Willst du immer weiter schweifen? Sieh, das Gute liegt so nah.
Why roam so far afield? Look, there's beauty in abundance here. Goethe (Weimar n.p.)
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Weimar, summer 2001: breezes slide past skin heated by a gentle sun, fragrances of hidden gardens please the nose, and Bach sung by violin, practiced by a budding musician tantalizes the ears.
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