I am rapidly falling in love with Europe, all though they may not be falling in love with me. Yesterday we went to the Bishops Palace in Wurtzburg. Beautiful does not begin to describe.

In the garden the statues were dirty little birds. Little cherubs doing dirty little things to each other. I'm not sure what that was about. Brooklyn was no better than the cherubs. When in Rome, eh?

And of course Mama had to get in the act. Rude Americans!