I was early to meet my friend for lunch and the Kantine was so tranquil when I arrived.
I had plenty of time to study the handwritten menu. The baked sweet potato with chorizo, lentils and cabanossi sausages seemed the thing to get, but the Maultaschen were calling my name.
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On a rainy Sunday, there are worse places to take a toddler than the Nordic embassies' building. The lack of security at the door -- no metal detector! -- was so refreshing. It chimed with my stereotypes of the Scandinavians.
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When we woke to sun and temperatures above freezing, we knew we had to seize the moment.
We rode the S8 north past windmills and fields to the town of Birkenwerder.
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A friendly crowd followed the flaming tar barrel down Burghead's narrow streets. Once at the Point, the Clavie Crew placed it on the stone altar.
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