Today over the rooftops: a lucky dragon
Konstanz: situated in the southwest of Germany, on the banks of Lake Constance, and touching the Swiss border. The town I’ve been living in for more than sixteen years now and the one I consider my home.
The fog of Konstanz is legendary. Although not as world-famous as the pea-soup fog in London’s past (which mainly consisted of smog) or the fog of San Francisco, of course. Still, I often hear things like «Konstanz is such a pretty town, the lake is so lovely – but all this fog in winter!»
True: there are weeks in winter when it doesn’t really seem to get light at all and everything is grey, due to ground fog, high fog and clouds.
But this fog has its own charm. When everything goes quiet and a certain kind of magic descends upon the town, enchanted, melancholic and gloomy.
Today was such a fairytale-like foggy day here in Konstanz, interrupted by a few hours of early spring sunshine during the afternoon.