I showered and Loren and I went to see the Glocenspeil at noon, then the Subway to the English Garden - where hundreds of people bath in the nude - like the 60's in America.  Planning to meet Jim so I walked back towards Platz.  visited several churches along the way, One Greek orthodox.

An old greying priest sat in church beckoned me to sit down, put down my bag, then kept hugging and kissing me.  I felt he was getting carried away.

while meanwhile a man who didn't seem quite right kept bring a plastic objects that he found out in the street and presented them as "gifts" with a prayer to the altar.  The old greying priest received them and quizickly studied them.

one - a ring - plastic from a milk carton, the street person said was a plastic flower.

I'm beginning to grow on this city.  I'm glad I've struggled with it.  Quite a contrast to Italy though.