While cruising on the three rivers between Budapest and Amsterdam, I was amused to see river barges that were clearly self-contained. They were not only their livelihoods, but their homes. The captains brought along their families, cars, boats, and yes, even playgrounds, as you see on top of this riverboat. It was funny to pass by a long barge and see a tricycle and other toys outside the wheelhouse. This particular vessel was moored at Würzburg, Germany.
Some people just have their head in the clouds. That was the case with David, whom I visited recently on the grounds of the
Ringling Museum of Art in Sarasota. He can’t hold a candle to Michelangelo’s original however, gracing an inner sanctum at the Accademia Gallery in Florence, where I gazed in awe at him a few years ago, and will do so again this spring when I return.