It seems as if the weather gods have become artistic for once. Through the square window you think you are standing in a landscape painter's painting. Steam rises from the wet meadows and condenses just above the hills into a long arm of cloud that hangs like a fluffy blanket over the trees and meadows. So exactly the right ones…
Alpine Panorama Trail - Dark clouds
As lords of the castle, we actually expect to be served in bed, of course by servants in shiny dark blue liveries and white stockings, as is appropriate for noble gentlemen. They would wish us a good day while pouring coffee and providing poached eggs with salmon. Of course we are disappointed, instead of the liveried servants creep in...