In conclusion of this travel diary I include a photo taken at a restaurant in Limburg. (This may have been a year later, actually.) I met this lovely woman, Uschi, there. She was also seeing MM and sniffed me out as a kindred spirit. We became friends for a number of years. Uschi ,a British subject, was actually born in Insterburg, in the former German province of East Prussia. She and her family fled as the Russian armies approached in 1944. This province was awarded to the Soviet Union after the war (they were eager to get their hands on a Baltic port) and is now known as the Kalliningrad Oblast. It is, from what I have heard and read, a total shambles. The main city used to be Königsberg, a great center of culture. Every stone of it was blown up by the Russians. I see that just fifteen years ago I was still trim and had hardly any grey hair. Sigh. None of us can escape the ravages of time.
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