SAMSTAG // 28. APRIL // INGOLSTADT

Your photos of Ingolstadt on a Saturday morning instantly took me back to the last time I spent a lazy weekend wandering the old town there. I remember stepping out of the train station, the crisp April air tingling on my skin, and heading straight for the narrow streets that wind past the historic cathedral. The sunlight filtered through the trees lining the Danube, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones, and I stopped at a tiny café for a coffee that tasted like warm caramel. While I sipped, a street musician began playing a gentle folk tune, and I found myself humming along as locals and tourists alike lingered on the square. Later, I climbed the New Castle tower and…