Snow? Fine, except this time, Fassla's not there, right across the alley.

Arriving in Bamberg on December 20, a blizzard was already in progress. Air France spared us the trouble of rolling two pieces of luggage from the train station to our rental apartment, but we still looked like snowmen upon arrival, and it's only a few blocks.

Three days later, all of it was gone. While it lasted, we enjoyed the white-dusted contrast with the reds, golds and greens on many venerable buildings. It made the schnitzel and the beer taste better, even if the outdoor seating areas were battened tight.

Fortunately, back home now and awaiting the next catastrophic snow event, I've taken the precaution of dumping all the milk, using the white bread for school paste, and making sure there's still Beak's Best in the garage keg box.

Neighbors take note, lest actual precipitation occurs. Someone remember to bring sauerkraut, okay?