|The little train where my children used to play (the Rosengarten)|
|View of some of the Bernese Alps from the cemetery|
This morning we stood on the Muenster-platform looking down on the rapid Aare river, turquoise with glacier water, and from there came wandering down the hill from there to the Nydeggerbruecke and Baerengarten, much nicer and more extensive than it used to be. The bears now have real trees to climb, grass to lounge on and some river water if they want it, not just the concrete bear pit where they used to be confined. The cobbled path up the hill from that corner is steep enough to make you puff and perspire; it leads to the Rosengarten which was the one thing I wanted to visit without fail during my stay here. I'm lucky; as I'd hoped, the azaleas are in full bloom. There's an Alpenblick from here too, and from the city cemetery where Paul Klee is buried, across the Ostermundigenstrasse, opposite the block of flats in Galgenfeld where we used to live.
|Bolligenstr. 26B, "our" flat|
We had lunch at a quaint little pub near the river under the Nydeggerbruecke, called the Muelirad. I had Bratwurst mit Roesti.