Today was possibly the one perfect, sunny day since I came here.

So of course the first chance I had I dropped everything, rushed to Marienplatz, to Hugendubel, to buy a book, any book. Which turned out to be Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses, something I’ve hunted for years. Then off to Odeonsplatz, to the Hofgarten, and found myself a perfect spot in the green, gleaming gardens.

And I sat reading ‘neath a perfect pale blue sky.