The excursion took us to Walhalla on this sunny late summer day. In front of us is a Greek temple on the Danube slope. After the tour of the Hall of Fame with all the heroes of the battles, the crowned and the wise, we hear singing.
A group of women is sitting on the steps at a picnic with glasses of champagne, singing to the guitar. They give themselves time, they say.
Our gaze wanders across the vast Danube landscape below us.
the bust of the young woman
her mind was free