We stumbled across this park that I don’t think we had been to before, or at least I didn’t know the name of it if we were there. On Saturdays we usually take Sahraa for a car ride to a park that I’m unwilling to walk to during the week. A pity the car is now in the shop to get four new tires, which have to be ordered from Munich. The roads here have totally torn up our existing tires. The good thing is that Sahraa, who used to be afraid of going in the car, now looks forward to it, knowing it doesn’t necessarily mean a trip to the vet (or an airport).

The Diplomatic Quarter is full of parks and nice houses, but just beyond it lies a real wasteland.

A fountain at the same park, posted earlier: