Latvian clown school

Below a few photos....nothing to report other than lots of guests in town, some of them ours, some the Schneiders': Italian artists from Rome, someone from India who might be studying to be a monk, sisters, parents in law, friends from Monaco, hotel guests, random people from a clown school in Latvia (I am making that up, but you never know in Lech ) So I suggested that we do one of the famous picnics like we had last year with wine cooling in the river and sausages over the fire. K said fine. Then she paused: would you like to get the sausages? well this is a first...she lets us do nothing. I used to think it was because we are hotel guests and she wants to be nice; but now I wonder if it is because she thinks we will somehow fold under the pressure and she will find us babbling on the street dropping sausages while crying and she will have to clean up after us. (not out of the question really)
Thomas made me ask her three times how many people were coming (about  30); then we went to the butcher and said THIS IS FOR MRS SCHNEIDER!!!!! and asked him calmly what he thinks she would do. So we ordered them, and went a little rogue, a little out of our pay grade, and even though she said she was not going to do side dishes, we are having him make potato salad and sliced tomato salad as well. Then we will also bring watermelon and....F and I have somehow, sort of managed to get smore ingredients here in Lech. (Show these people how to do dessert).
Then all we have to do is drop all things off this afternoon so the hotel guy can bring it all out tomorrow...blankets, firewood, wine, beer, bread, strolling minstrels, everything.
Pray for me bloggers! pray sausages are delivered in good order!
 I promise a short update afterwards.

L and F

a mountain restaurant we like in winter and summer

View from the restaurant of the town

T at lunch