The very attractive Baronessa Bayersini smiled her Cheshire cat smile as she
looked out over the water. Her third floor apartment's view from her
Schloss Bayern was lovely at dusk. The castles crenelations caught in the
glow of the running lights on the water. Twilight was a time when the
ferries turned on their running lights. They resembled crabs as they side to
sided, port to starboard over their Rhein route. Rheinweg, the riverway
paths was full of strollers and walkers; on the bicycle lanes, orbiting
ankle lights stretched on for miles before the bend in the river finally
took them away from sight further upriver. Several shell races could be
detected in progress from her West Bank Rhein Hus view. Team Deutsche Bank
and Team Telefunken were prow to prow as everyman in the twin eights
strained for some glory and to be the first home. Even a clown act
anticipating Ludwig's Octoberfest had appeared to the children's delight.
Some sons and daughters of Baccus aboard the outrageously named RATHUS 5,
like some Vonnekut characters in some Wagnerian Myst Play acted out Hamlet.
Glorious it was. She remembered a time when she almost despaired of its
happening.